A Snap of the Fingers Kills Fan Ling, Blood Sect Master Goes Completely Berserk

Facing the combined attack of two Dou Wangs, Lu Heng could not even be bothered to move.

The space behind him rippled slightly, and a colossal phantom of a Five-Color Wheel silently emerged.

The wheel slowly turned, spreading an invisible pressure outward.

The two blood claws hurtling toward him lost their brilliance and much of their force the instant they came into contact with the wheel's pressure, as though they had encountered their natural nemesis.

"What the hell is that?!"

The two Blood Sect elders were horrified. They could feel even the circulation of their Dou Qi becoming sluggish and obstructed.

Just as they were gripped by terror, Lu Heng finally made his move.

He casually raised his right hand, held two fingers together like a sword, and lightly swept them through the air ahead.

"Earth Gold Mountain-Suppressing Edge."

A dark golden blade, solid as a fragment of a mountain, appeared out of thin air.

There were no dazzling lights, no earth-shaking spectacle, yet the moment the blade appeared, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

The dark golden blade sliced through the air. It was not fast, yet it carried an irresistible weight and sharpness.

"Blood Shield!"

The two Blood Sect elders were scared out of their wits. Without a second thought, they drove all their Dou Qi to its limit, forming several thick blood-colored shields before them.

Yet all of it was futile.

The dark golden blade struck the Blood Shields without producing a single violent sound.

The Blood Shields were like paper, silently sliced apart—one layer, two layers, three layers...

The blade did not lose any of its momentum, ultimately sweeping across the chests of the two Blood Sect elders.

"Pfft!"

The two men spat out mouthfuls of blood simultaneously, their protective Dou Qi cracking inch by inch