Boom!
The Ant King's entire body blazed with golden light. Swinging both fists, he drove a violent gale toward the old woman.
"What kind of fist technique does the ant clan cultivate? It's actually this formidable—every punch draws upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, containing the Great Dao within. It's not the slightest bit weaker than the Immortal Sword Art," Bald Bird said in astonishment.
Chen Fan nodded slightly as well. He had to admit, this Ant King was exceedingly powerful, carrying the divine might of one unmatched in battle.
Clang!
The old woman traced a streak of sword light imbued with the mysteries of water. Her sword cleaved down onto the Ant King's fist, immediately sending out a crisp metallic ring that shook invisible ripples through several hundred meters around them.
The countless sword gleams floating behind her then fell upon the Ant King like a sudden downpour, dense and innumerable. Yet their power truly was like raindrops. The Ant King was wrapped in a hard shell; the sword gleams struck his body and instantly scattered apart, causing not the slightest injury.
Not only that, the Ant King had gained the upper hand by using his fists against her sword. Not only was he completely unscathed, he had even sent the old woman reeling several meters back, throwing her True Essence Power into disorder.
"Old hag, using softness to overcome hardness has long fallen out of fashion. This king was born with divine strength and has long been able to use hardness to break softness. It seems Immortal Sword Hall is nothing more than this." The Ant King sneered repeatedly. Though his words provoked the old woman, he did not lower his guard in the slightest, keeping his eyes fixed intently on her.
Though the old woman