Qian Hong's body was blasted more than thirty meters backward by the shockwave before crashing viciously to the ground. One of his arms had been broken, and his body was covered in wounds, blood streaming freely. He climbed to his feet, a savage expression appearing on his face.
Qian Hong stared at Dao Lord Taichu in the distance and shouted through gritted teeth, "You crippled my arm! I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Seeing that his opponent showed no fear despite suffering such grave injuries, Dao Lord Taichu secretly shook his head. Injuries of this degree were nothing serious to someone like Qian Hong. Judging from their earlier battle, his opponent's regenerative abilities were astonishing.
Therefore, if he did not eradicate Qian Hong completely, he would certainly bring endless trouble in the future.
With that in mind, Dao Lord Taichu prepared to use his ultimate move and kill Qian Hong here.
At that moment, Qian Hong in the distance seemed to have guessed what Dao Lord Taichu intended to do. A fierce expression crossed his face as he roared, "Die!"
As his voice rang out, a black spear appeared in his hand and shot fiercely toward Dao Lord Taichu. The black spear flew at him with the speed of a swimming dragon.
Dao Lord Taichu sneered at the sight. Then his body vanished into thin air. The next second, he appeared behind Qian Hong, and the Slaughter Divine Spear in his hand stabbed fiercely into Qian Hong's shoulder.
A piercing scream echoed through the heavens.
The clothes on Qian Hong's back had been pierced through by the Slaughter Divine Spear, blood flowing down its shaft.
The skin on Qian Hong's back began to rot, and his expression grew increasingly ghastly.
"How is this possible? This can't be..." An incredulous