"Is your hand all right?"
Just as Dark Hongjun was secretly gloating, Wang Xian's voice suddenly rang out.
"My hand?"
Hearing Wang Xian's words, Dark Hongjun subconsciously looked at his hands, only to see that the right hand holding the Emperor Dragon Spear had been severed.
"Impossible!"
Dark Hongjun cried out belatedly.
He was a Fallen One, a Dark Supreme. How could he fail to destroy a spear that was not even an immortal artifact, and instead have his hand bones severed by a spear that was only Quasi-Emperor Realm?
Roar—
Just as Dark Hongjun froze in shock, an earth-shaking dragon roar suddenly rang out from the Emperor Dragon Spear. A phantom of a golden Divine Dragon roared out from the spear and wreaked havoc inside Dark Hongjun's body.
Boom!
With an explosive blast, Dark Hongjun was blown into a sky full of black mist.
However, there was no joy on Wang Xian's face. Although Dark Hongjun had exploded, he was not dead!
Wang Xian opened the storage space of the Ring of Void, intending to collect all the black mist Dark Hongjun had turned into. Yet, as if it possessed consciousness and sensed the terror of the Ring of Void's storage space, the black mist frantically broke free from its devouring force. It swiftly retreated several kilometers from Wang Xian, then gathered together again as Dark Hongjun reappeared.
The Wang Xian formed from divine sense and the Wang Xian holding the Emperor Dragon Spear both shook their heads. Dark Hongjun was far too vigilant and had not given him the slightest opportunity. If he had just collected that black mist into the Ring of Void's storage space, even if he could not kill Dark Hongjun, he could have imprisoned him there forever.
"Wang Xian, you're still as despicable as