Battle to the Death

At the convergence of the Eastern and Western Territories, Meng Zhuan was struck again and again, his figure drifting as he fell repeatedly.

The Dao Palace had already been blasted away several times. Now it was tottering on the verge of collapse, while the Reincarnation Stone Platform was charred black.

With their abilities mutually countering each other, the balance had tipped further and further. Lu Yuan had kept the other side firmly suppressed, attacking without pause. The folding fan in the Dharma Form's hand had suppressed the Reincarnation Stone Platform all the way, pinning it beneath and preventing it from moving.

The ten-zhang Dharma Form continued its bombardment, once again pressing steadily toward the Dao Palace.

Now only Lu Yuan and Meng Zhuan, covered in wounds, remained. The two exchanged a faint glance, and both sides were thick with killing intent.

Lu Yuan had victory in his grasp and was determined to kill his opponent.

Meng Zhuan knew he could not escape. He could only fight for survival in desperate straits and stake everything on one final struggle.

In the blink of an eye, like flint struck by lightning, Lu Yuan's figure flashed away. In the time it took to blink, he had already arrived before Meng Zhuan. Spiritual power surged toward him like a tide, its might scraping through his flesh and marrow like a blade.

Meng Zhuan's already-charred chest caved in instantly. Just the clash of spiritual power alone had already determined the victor.

"Die!"

At that moment, a Dharma Form suddenly appeared behind Lu Yuan. The folding fan in its hand beat forth a sea of flames, engulfing Meng Zhuan in an instant. The Dharma Form's twin fists pounded down together, hammering him repeatedly amid the inferno!

The heavens shook and the earth trembled. When the flames