Ming Yang stood tall in a pool of blood, a Heavy Sword hanging from his hand. Blood streamed from his head, cheeks, back, and legs. His eyes were like a wild beast's, and blood continuously flowed from his mouth.
Bang!
The Martial Dao Profound Qi inside Ning Xiaochuan had been depleted too severely to sustain the Dragon Scale Armor and Dragon Claw Battle Sword any longer.
The Dragon Scale Armor turned into a cloud of red mist, then transformed into a Red Little Dragon that lay limply across Ning Xiaochuan's shoulder, sprawled there without moving.
Ning Xiaochuan's hair was disheveled, his whole body smeared with blood. Supporting himself against the ground with one palm, he gasped heavily, every part of his body wracked with pain.
At that moment, he did not even have the strength to stand. Not only were his injuries grave, but the Martial Dao Profound Qi in his body had also been heavily exhausted.
Ming Yang could no longer even lift his Heavy Sword. He planted it in the ground, condensed a Profound Qi Sword in his hand, and staggered step by step toward Ning Xiaochuan. "Ning Xiaochuan, you truly are strong—so strong that you nearly defeated me. But you were still just a little short. Today, you ultimately cannot escape death."
Ning Xiaochuan's gaze was resolute as he stared at the Profound Qi Sword in Ming Yang's hand, gathering the final thread of power within his body at the center of his brow.
The instant Ming Yang's sword swung down, a golden beam shot from Ning Xiaochuan's brow, piercing through Ming Yang's chest and sending his body crashing heavily to the ground.
Pfft!
A great quantity of blood flowed from Ming Yang's body.
And because his strength had been depleted too severely, Ning Xiaochuan's vision went