Lu Chen's eyes flashed as he was about to take the risk—
"Ha ha ha! Move aside!"
With a wild, uninhibited laugh, a tyrannical figure crashed fiercely into the heart of the battle from the outskirts like a falling meteor!
Tuoba Shan!
The savage blood aura around him burned to its utmost limit, even vaguely condensing behind him into a formidable, peerless phantom with three heads and six arms—the manifestation of the Barbarian King Sect's ultimate sect art, the Ancestral Shaman War Soul Art!
Carrying a pitch-black iron staff, he neither dodged nor evaded, ramming two Rogue Cultivators blocking his path aside with his bare body. His iron staff swept out, carrying berserk force capable of destroying all things as it smashed viciously toward the four people at the center of the battle!
"Get the hell out of my way! The Dragon Vein Soul Essence is mine!"
This strike had gathered nearly all his strength. Wherever the staff wind passed, the air itself was torn apart, unleashing a piercing shriek!
Luo Jinghong, Yun Yichen, Blood Soul Superior, and Golden Hammer Patriarch all changed expression at once!
The staff strike came too fiercely and covered too wide an area. If they took it head-on, even if they blocked it, they would inevitably be forced back and shatter the current balance!
"Brute, how dare you!" Luo Jinghong barked coldly. His sword light shifted, no longer tangling with Yun Yichen as he met that heaven-shaking staff strike head-on!
Yun Yichen frowned slightly and drew his sword back in defense as well.
Blood Soul Superior and Golden Hammer Patriarch struck out simultaneously to block it.
"Boom—!!!"
Four attacks collided violently with Tuoba Shan's iron staff!
A world-shaking explosion rang out! Berserk energy swept in all directions like a tidal wave!
Tuoba Shan let out