"Sinful Dragon!"
Facing the seventy-two heavy lances firing in unison, Zang Mingyue's charge did not slow. With a thunderous roar, the purple dragons circling his body all poured into his blade. As Zang Mingyue swung, the air exploded, and a ferocious purple dragon lunged at Zhao Fu.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
The lances pierced the purple dragon one after another, punching countless holes through its body. Yet it still charged Zhao Fu with savage momentum, opening its great maw as though to swallow him whole.
Zhao Fu's gaze turned cold as he raised the Massacre Sword. Countless bloody rays surged forth, and with a powerful swing, he unleashed an enormous blood-red slash.
"Roar!"
A pained dragon's cry rang out. As the massive blood-red slash swept through, the purple dragon was severed from head to tail into countless pieces. This was the Massacre Sword's inherent massacre effect.
At the same time, Zhao Fu looked toward Zang Mingyue. The six gray dots in his right eye spun rapidly as chilling ghostly aura poured out. Three hundred-meter-tall ghosts suddenly appeared around Zang Mingyue, raising their fists and striking at him with immense force.
Zang Mingyue gave a scornful sneer. "Mere ghosts dare attack this Imperial Son... Emperor Blood!"
With a fierce shout from Zang Mingyue, his eyes turned purple, and his hair seemed to have been dyed purple as well. A purple wave of light carrying immense force spread outward.
Before the three ghosts could strike Zang Mingyue, they were swept away by the purple light wave, shrieking as they dissolved into countless wisps of ghostly aura.
Clang!
The sound of clashing steel erupted. At some point, Zhao Fu had vanished from where he stood and appeared above Zang Mingyue. With fierce sword force, he slashed down at him. At that moment, Zang Mingyue