"Ghost Three Slashes, slash!"
With a furious roar from Qin Shaofeng, the stacked strike of Hundred Flash Strikes came slashing down at the Emerald Dragon King.
The moment the blade swung out, fierce force had already spread outward.
The terrifying blade aura remained tightly condensed. At first glance, it seemed utterly ordinary, yet beneath the shroud of force, it was like a miniature bomb.
The terrifying energy contained within made even a Saint Star Position expert like Golan Ye instinctively retreat two steps.
The blade had yet to land, but he could already sense its terrifying might.
Even without Tian Lian Mountain's Forbidden Martial Power suppressing him, the full strength he could unleash was probably only this much, wasn't it?
Perhaps it was even inferior to this strike.
But one must not forget that this was merely his most initial impression.
"This kid is actually this powerful?"
Lan Cheng shot Qin Shaofeng several terrified glances, then quickly looked toward Golan Ye, trying to ask him.
Unfortunately.
Even Golan Ye was completely bewildered. How could he possibly answer Lan Cheng's question?
As for that youth who had survived by sheer luck, he was even worse off.
At this moment, he was staring dumbfoundedly at the blade in Qin Shaofeng's hand.
It sounded slow, but it happened in the blink of an eye.
Qin Shaofeng's attack had come in a flash of lightning.
Before anyone could even blink, the blade of Ghost Three Slashes in his hand had already hacked viciously onto the Emerald Dragon King's head.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound rang out instantly.
Even Qin Shaofeng could only feel an unimaginably terrifying force suddenly rebounding toward him.
His cultivation had reached the Fifth Grade Heavenly Venerate Realm.
Yet the saber in his hand was sent flying by that collision.
Though he