Clang—!
The golden cross slash collided violently with Qian Cheng's fingertip, erupting with a deafening boom that made it seem as though heaven and earth were trembling.
Golden sword energy battered frantically against Qian Cheng's fingertip, trying to tear it apart.
But it was utterly useless!
Yan Shaozhe continued burning his soul.
The golden sword energy flared brilliantly, erupting with even greater power once more!
But reality was cruel!
"Your courage is commendable, but you are still an ant!"
A colder smile curled across Qian Cheng's lips as he exerted the slightest force with his finger.
Black radiance burst from his fingertip, instantly Annihilating the golden cross slash before lightly tapping Yan Shaozhe's chest.
Yan Shaozhe's chest seemed to have been struck by a massive hammer, and he spat out a mouthful of golden blood.
His body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily into the ground and blasting out a huge crater.
"Cough, cough..."
Yan Shaozhe struggled to crawl out of the crater. His body had become even more illusory, and his aura was weak to the extreme.
The price of burning his soul was rapidly making itself known. The vitality within Yan Shaozhe's body was swiftly draining away.
Yet he continued to glare fiercely at Qian Cheng, unyielding flames burning in his eyes.
"Despairing? Suffering?"
Qian Cheng slowly walked toward him, his steps unhurried yet carrying an irresistible pressure.
Yan Shaozhe struggled to stand again, only to find that his body no longer obeyed him. He could only watch helplessly as Qian Cheng came before him.
"Shrek... will not... let you go..."
Yan Shaozhe parted his cracked lips and used the last of his strength to force out those few words.
"Shrek?"
"Very soon, all of Shrek will be buried alongside you."
Qian Cheng