Although the first style had succeeded, Chen Xuan was clearly dissatisfied.
This sword strike had merely wounded the man in black robes; the Human Emperor Sword had been stopped by his breastbone.
It could not even be called a grievous injury!
"My first style fuses ten thousand offensive arts and follows the pure path of strength! Unfortunately, my foundation is still insufficient!"
Chen Xuan's gaze was profound as he pondered the strengths and weaknesses of that first style.
Meanwhile, Yaoyao and the other two, watching from an extreme distance, were already so shocked their eyes stood wide and their mouths hung open.
The edge of that sword strike had been truly terrifying!
"Damn it!!!"
The man in black robes let out an earth-shaking roar and abruptly halted his retreat.
Blood continuously spilled from the corners of his mouth, while a savage bloody wound had opened across his chest, shattering numerous black scales and exposing eerie, pale black bones beneath!
"Insignificant Human Emperor, you have utterly enraged me!"
The man in black robes shouted furiously. The black blood flowing from his chest actually began to burn, empowering the Skull Cross Sword.
"Buzz..."
The skull on the sword guard trembled, and two faint ghostly blue flames suddenly lit within its eye sockets.
They swayed, strange and sinister!
"Hiss!"
Chen Xuan's scalp prickled. He felt as if some peerlessly terrifying thing had locked onto him.
His expression grew increasingly grave!
However, their battle had already reached this point. They had to decide victory, defeat, life, and death!
"Whoosh!"
The two bulges on the man in black robes' back suddenly shuddered and unfurled, revealing a pair of Kunpeng Wings?
So the Quasi-Saint he had devoured had been an ancient existence of the Kunpeng race.
"Kill!"
The man in black robes roared, and his Kunpeng