Yu Yong drove his blood and Astral Essence to their limits. Blade intent burst from his body as he swept his weapon upward, hoping to stop Xu Yang's second strike. Boom!
The two blades collided with a crash that threatened to split eardrums.
Yu Yong felt a force like collapsing mountains and a roaring sea surge through his hilt, nearly shattering the bones in his hands.
He couldn't block it. He truly couldn't.
With Xu Yang's divine strength behind it, the six-thousand-jin Supreme-Grade Spirit Weapon was something even a prodigy who had touched the Combat Power Barrier would have to avoid. But the step offered little room. Yu Yong had no chance to draw out the fight; his only option was to meet the blow head-on.
Crack!
In an instant, terrible fissures split open both his hands again, exposing white bone. He could no longer hold the violently trembling hilt. With a mournful ring, the treasured blade slammed onto the step.
Its glow dimmed, as though much of its spirit had been shaken loose.
Yu Yong had no time to care. He strode backward to bleed off the force and, with what strength he could muster, threw a punch at the dragon shadow hurtling toward him. Boom!
A blinding burst of light erupted. Yu Yong felt as though a heavy hammer had struck his chest. His body shook violently, and his fist went numb in an instant. Then pain shot from his wrist, and flesh and bone sprayed before his eyes.
"Aah!"
He let out a wretched scream and flew backward, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
When he looked at his fist, he saw that it had not merely gone numb. It had been cleaved apart. All flesh below his wrist was gone, leaving only bone, white as jade and