Li Pingsheng let go.
Clang...
The refined iron longsword struck the bluestone pavement, leaving a streak of white.
The edges of the five indented finger grooves on the hilt were scorched black.
Lu Qingshan stared at the ruined longsword, his Adam's apple bobbing twice.
He had never seen anyone leave marks on refined iron with nothing but brute physical strength.
What kind of person was that? He was a savage beast wearing human skin.
Lu Qingshan thought to himself that if he ever encountered a grip like that, there probably would not even be bone fragments left of him.
Li Pingsheng focused all his attention on his left arm.
Within his dantian, that purple Thunderheart was slowly pulsing.
With every pulse, it pumped out a wisp of purple thunder qi that traveled through his meridians.
Only thirty percent of his vital energy and blood remained compared to his peak state. Too little.
If he fought Zhou Heng in a battle of attrition, thirty percent of his vital energy and blood would not last even the time it took to burn an incense stick.
But the quality of that thirty percent had undergone a tremendous leap.
After his pure yang vital energy and blood had been reforged by the Thunderheart, every drop contained berserk lightning attributes.
When he had crushed the hilt just now, he had used less than ten percent of his lightning power.
The moment that power touched the refined iron, it had damaged the metal from within.
Its armor-piercing ability was already far stronger than before.
Li Pingsheng lowered his head and looked at his right arm, wrapped in a thick layer of ice.
The chill of the Spirit-Subduing Jade had frozen all life within his right arm, while also stabilizing the meridians on the verge of collapse.