Volume One, Chapter 103
Zhao Fu looked at Hong He.
Hong He's expression changed.
Zhao Fu's body vanished in an instant.
Sensing a powerful danger bearing down on him, Hong He did not dare attack. He raised both hands before himself and defended with all his strength.
At that moment, Zhao Fu appeared before Hong He. His fist glowed with black light as it crashed into Hong He's crossed arms with terrifying force.
Hong He roared and summoned all his strength, the muscles in his arms bulging.
Bang!
A dull thud rang out. Hong He was still sent flying by that terrifying force, his hands swollen red and bleeding.
Hong He's face turned ugly. Only now, after experiencing Zhao Fu's terrifying power firsthand, did he understand just how frightening Zhao Fu was. Even with all his strength, he could not withstand a single punch from Zhao Fu.
Zhao Fu sneered. "I told you already—you were courting death!"
Bang!
Zhao Fu vanished again in that instant, reappearing before Hong He and delivering a powerful kick that sent his body hurtling from the air toward the ground.
Clang!
A tremendous blade cry rang out. The gloomy young man raised the long saber in his hand. Countless rays of light radiated from the blade, forming a saber several hundred meters long. With the power to cleave heaven and earth, it slashed toward Zhao Fu, unleashing a torrent of saber light.
In that instant, Zhao Fu was drowned beneath the saber light.
A wall of blades formed from saber light appeared in midair, emanating an incomparably sharp aura that seemed capable of cutting skin.
Yet when the saber light dispersed, Zhao Fu stood where he was without suffering even the slightest injury.
The gloomy young man stared in stunned disbelief.
Zhao Fu transformed into