When the flames had completely dispersed, the bishop's figure was revealed.
At that moment, his face was pale, and his clothes were covered in scorch marks.
He looked utterly wretched!
One strike. Just one strike.
Both were Titled Douluo, yet who was stronger and who was weaker had been decided in an instant!
The bishop looked up at Wang Sheng in the air, his eyes already filled with fear.
Even more than that, disbelief!
He was a member of Spirit Hall's Elder Hall. His strength was absolutely formidable, and he had already broken through rank ninety-five.
Yet before this man, he was so utterly unable to withstand a single blow.
"Pfft..."
The bishop clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. It seemed he had suffered a serious injury.
But Wang Sheng, in the air, had already begun launching his second attack, which would also be the final blow.
His wings gave a sharp beat in midair, and his entire body shot toward the bishop on the ground like an arrow loosed from the string.
At the same time, he began spinning rapidly.
"Great Vajra Finger!"
At that moment, with his index finger as the center, Wang Sheng formed a "drill."
"Bastard!"
The bishop could not help cursing.
Cursing was one thing, but his movements were not slow at all. The Seventh Soul Ring on his body lit up. "Seventh Soul Ring Skill—Martial Soul Avatar—Black Tortoise Sword!"
The longsword in the bishop's hand swelled against the wind and surged like the sea, rapidly growing from a little over one meter to more than ten meters.
Above the sword, the phantom of a Black Tortoise flickered in and out of sight.
Wang Sheng sneered and charged down at even greater speed.
Bang!
In just an instant, the Black Tortoise