A sword slashed down from the sky, unleashing a powerful wave of sword energy. Nie Zhen endured the pain in his body, circulated his true essence, and leaped sharply to the side. Like a wolf king, he crossed dozens of meters in an instant.
Boom!
The sword energy struck the ground, carving out a crack more than a hundred meters long. It continued to split open with a series of sharp cracks, while over a dozen enormous rocks in the distance were cleaved in two, sending fragments flying everywhere.
The sword energy carried a murderous intent that shook the heavens and earth, along with a dead, desolate aura. The weeds growing on the ground withered rapidly, their vitality stolen away until they turned yellow and brittle.
"Don't even think about running!"
Xia Ping struck as fast as lightning, pressing his advantage without mercy. He swung his sword, unleashing countless streaks of sword energy that formed a vast net and instantly enveloped Nie Zhen.
"Damn it!"
Nie Zhen roared like an injured wolf king, his voice full of grief and unwillingness. He threw punches in a frenzy, unleashing powerful waves of force against the sword energy.
But he was wounded, and his combat strength had already diminished. Xia Ping, on the other hand, remained at his peak, and his strength was even rising steadily.
One side weakened as the other grew stronger. How could Nie Zhen possibly match him?!
With several sharp bangs, Nie Zhen couldn't withstand the burst of sword energy. The force behind his punches was torn apart in an instant, and he was sent flying like a bundle of straw.
His body scraped across the ground for more than a hundred meters before finally coming to a stop. His internal organs were badly injured again, and blood soaked