Boom!!!
After a rolling peal of thunder, Xue Li's attack—one he'd proudly believed nothing could withstand—swept toward Ling Yun. A basketball-sized black energy sphere rose in Ling Yun's right hand, and several identical spheres appeared around him.
Ling Yun shook his head and unleashed Phantom Dragon Kill!
Boom! Boom!
As their martial skills shook heaven and earth, the void shattered completely.
A spray of bright red blood streaked across the sky. Xue Li's body flew backward, and one hand fell away from the other side. His left arm had been severed.
All the remaining force slammed into Xue Li, blasting him back once more. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Xue Li had suffered grievous internal injuries.
"Cough, cough!"
He coughed repeatedly, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His injuries looked severe. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and filled with disbelief and stunned bewilderment.
Clearly, he hadn't expected his attack to lose so quickly. He'd been left no chance to resist before he was blasted into critical condition.
In that instant, Ling Yun's single blow completely crushed Xue Li's arrogant pride. He'd suffered few defeats in his life. The only exception had been his battle with the ancient Haotian Sword Sect's Sect Master, in which they'd both perished after fighting to a draw.
In that battle, he'd at least fought the Haotian Sword Sect's Sect Master for a full day and night before they killed each other. But this time, not even a single breath had passed before his strongest move was defeated.
Ling Yun stood in the air, his expression cold as he exuded the supreme majesty of a king. Then he smiled brilliantly. A touch of wickedness mingled with his warm, spring-breeze smile, captivating everyone who saw it.
To Xue Li, that smile seemed to