A General Dies in a Hundred Battles, Today He Ascends the Tower Again!

Its pupils shrank to pinpoints. The instant the thought that this brat absolutely could not be allowed to live arose, its raised sharp claw clenched hard, and the giant claw of flowing light in the void suddenly scattered.

The exploded giant claw released vast halos of light, thickly painting the high heavens. After hanging suspended for an instant, they poured down in full like mountains roaring and seas crashing.

The earth was torn into fragments. Everywhere the flowing light passed became rubble and ruins; countless collapsed high-rises were sliced crisscross once more into tens of thousands of pieces, their cut surfaces smooth as mirrors.

The speed at which the flowing light fell had long surpassed a Martial Arts Grandmaster's reaction speed by who knew how many times.

Meng Chuan's golden eyes blazed. Amid the shaking, collapsing heavens, he barely relied on dynamic vision and pushed his mental intent to its limit, predicting and dodging.

With nowhere left to evade, he once again urged the remaining power of the five elements to harmonize with heaven and earth, transforming himself into a wisp of aura and barely slipping away.

The fiery pain across his back relentlessly stabbed at his heart, while the newly sprouted flesh buds itched and stung.

Meng Chuan thought wildly. What other way was there to resolve this desperate crisis before him?!

"This kid truly is something. I don't know about his talent, but just this ability to cling to life—he's no worse than some of those extraordinarily gifted fellows from the Mountain and Sea Realm..."

After tangling with him for so long, Mo Jue found Meng Chuan increasingly bizarre.

He had only just broken through to the fourth rank, yet he could entangle with it for half the day. He should have been thoroughly dead just now, but