At the foot of Middle Finger Peak.
Fang Daoquan's strike caused the earth to split apart, reshaping the terrain beyond recognition.
The earth-shattering commotion of that strike drew countless gazes.
The next moment.
Jiang Ning smoothly withdrew his sword, and the spearhead slid along the sword's body.
"Not good!" Fang Daoquan immediately sensed danger and hurriedly withdrew the force.
But Fang Daoquan reacted quickly, while Jiang Ning reacted even faster.
His figure flickered. He flicked up his long sword, and a force far greater than Fang Daoquan's traveled through the spearhead and into his body.
In an instant.
Fang Daoquan briefly lost his balance.
Then Jiang Ning suddenly shot upward, his speed as swift as thunder, yet without the slightest ripple.
Sss!
As the sword tip entered his body, a spray of blood burst from Fang Daoquan's back.
Once the blade entered his body, Jiang Ning immediately felt that the flesh and blood within Fang Daoquan seemed cast from molten gold and iron, incomparably solid.
His bones in particular were even harder than Thousand Refined Iron.
Now, as the blade entered his body, every inch of flesh and every bone became an obstacle preventing the long sword in Jiang Ning's hand from advancing.
Under Fang Daoquan's will, his muscles and bones seemed to come alive, intent on locking the long sword in Jiang Ning's hand in place.
"Kill!" Fang Daoquan immediately roared.
Gripping the shaft, force erupted from his hands, and the spearhead swept toward Jiang Ning with the momentum of a divine dragon lashing its tail.
With that sweep, the winds and clouds surged, and white mist spread like waves of air.
As the spearhead swept over, Martial Path will bore down on the spirit.
What appeared before everyone was not a spearhead, but an Azure Flood Dragon swinging