Ju Kuang's expression turned serious, and he stopped holding back. He brought his hands together before his chest, drawing every storm around him back into his palms and condensing them into a gigantic wind blade several yards long. Wind thorns spun at high speed along the blade, capable of slicing even light apart.
Storm's Wild Roar
The wind blade slashed toward the axe light.
Boom—!!
A deafening crash, as if heaven and earth were splitting apart, exploded.
The pitch-black axe light and the azure-blue wind blade remained locked in a stalemate for two seconds. Then the wind blade forcibly cleaved through the axe light and, without losing momentum, viciously struck the center of the Azure Peak War God's chest.
Crack—
The god-grade mecha was split in two down the middle. Components, soul-guided cores, and shattered Battle Armor fragments flew in every direction.
Guo Zhenfeng tumbled out of the mecha, spewing a mouthful of blood. His three-word Battle Armor was covered in cracks. He braced himself on his battle axe, trying to stand, but his legs had already been sliced to the bone by the wind blade.
Ju Kuang slowly walked up to him, his cobalt-blue vertical pupils utterly calm. Raising a hand, he condensed a sharp wind blade at his fingertips and drove it directly through Guo Zhenfeng's chest.
Blood splattered onto the wind blade and was instantly shredded into a bloody mist.
Mountain Douluo, Northern Legion Commander Guo Zhenfeng, fell on the spot.
Just as the wind blade was pulled free, a gleaming white sword light tore through the distant sky, moving at an extreme speed.
"Stop!"
Zang Xin had arrived.
He wore jade-white Four-Word Battle Armor, the Illusory Emotion Armor. Pale silver emotional mist curled around him, while the Passionate Sword in his hand glowed with a gentle