Fourth Level of the Star Sea Realm

Qiu Hai's figure left afterimages in midair. The pressure of the Dome Universe Realm bore down like something tangible, and every punch Hua Qiang threw felt as though it had sunk into a mire, his bones giving muffled groans beneath the unbearable strain.

Hmm!

Hua Qiang let out a muffled groan. A streak of blood ran from his brow bone to his jaw, warm droplets blurring his vision.

He staggered half a step back. Before he could steady himself, Qiu Hai's palm wind was already descending like black clouds pressing down upon the city.

"Brat, no matter how many tricks you have, the gap in cultivation is a heavenly chasm!"

Qiu Hai's voice was cold and hard as metal. The edge of his palm tore through the air, ripping a half-foot-long gash across Hua Qiang's chest.

Blood splattered across the bluestone ground, instantly scorched into blackened marks by the steaming spiritual energy.

Hua Qiang grunted again, his left hand clamping tightly over the wound while the longsword in his right hand erupted with blinding golden light.

Yet Wudao Sword, which had once cleaved through anything in its path, could not even break Qiu Hai's Body-Protecting Aura now.

Another whip kick swept toward him. Hua Qiang rolled aside miserably, and the aura grazed his shoulder blade, bringing crushing agony as if the bone had shattered.

He ground his teeth until his gums split. The bloody taste on his tongue only made his mind clearer.

If this continued, he would be reduced to minced flesh within a hundred moves.

Qiu Hai's figure had transformed into a sky full of light spots. At this moment, the Dome Universe Realm cultivator's control over space was displayed without reservation. Every attack came from vicious angles impossible to defend against, as though heaven and earth themselves