Despair, Cry Out, Tyrant Song
Boss Fat Ball's cries were filled with pain and terror.
It absolutely was not enjoying the Blade-Nourishing Art.
The Blade-Nourishing Art, which was a great sword... a great massage for everyone and everything else, felt like deadly poison to Boss Fat Ball!
It really wasn't pretending to deceive the Blade-Nourishing Art.
Moreover, as the power of the Blade-Nourishing Art merged into the broken remnants of its avatar, something hidden deep within its body was activated and began to enter an excited state.
Boss Fat Ball's avatar began to lose the ability to suppress that thing.
Thus, it began to panic.
"Keep using the Blade-Nourishing Art. Don't stop!" After Pavilion Master Chu's long hair withdrew, only one strand of dull hair remained to monitor the situation outside.
Through this strand of dull hair, she immediately sensed that the Nine Principles Ruler, Boss Fat Ball, was unable to adapt to the Blade-Nourishing Art. She also sensed that something sealed within its body seemed about to be lured out by the Blade-Nourishing Art!
At a time like this, of course they had to press their advantage.
After hearing Pavilion Master Chu's reminder, Song Shuhang unleashed thirty consecutive uses of the Blade-Nourishing Art without hesitation.
The radiance of the Blade-Nourishing Art illuminated Boss Fat Ball's avatar.
At this moment, the explosion of Turtle Dad's Turtle Roar Cannon had completely dissipated.
Su Clan's Sixteen, Senior White's Clone, and White Dragon Sister saw a scene that defied description.
Before them.
Song Shuhang was gripping a piece of "mercury metal" with both hands, and both of his hands were emitting dazzling light.
His right hand held Holy Light.
His left hand held the radiance of the Blade-Nourishing Art—worth mentioning was that when the Blade-Nourishing Art was cast, there was a