A surge of fury rose within Zhao Fu as well. Knowing that the Marquis King Seal was no match, he directly unleashed the power of the Six Paths Demon Idols. An immense wave of ghostly qi instantly spread out, its chilling aura dropping the surrounding temperature by more than ten degrees.
"Oh? So it's a little stinkbug from the Death Clan." Sensing that ghostly qi, the man in blue stood above the huge pit and spoke with a trace of disdain.
Zhao Fu was currently wearing a cloak. Outside, it was still very necessary to keep his identity secret.
Facing the blue-clad man's provocation, Zhao Fu directly slashed out an enormous sword light, as though it could cleave a great mountain in half at its waist.
The blue-clad man's expression grew somewhat serious. Drawing a purplish-red longsaber, he swung it forcefully, splitting Zhao Fu's incoming sword light in two. It shattered into countless fragments of sword light that scattered like a powerful storm.
"Stinkbug of the Death Clan, today this prince will show you the might of our Demon Race." Facing Zhao Fu's strength, the blue-clad man snorted coldly and launched another attack.
With a sweep of his longsaber, thousands of azure saber lights flew out with ferocious force. Countless streams of saber qi spread like a tide, capable of cutting gold and splitting stone. The entire sky seemed about to be cleaved apart, creating an astonishing display.
Zhao Fu's expression tightened as ghostly qi surged from his body like a tide, condensing six gray spheres the size of a meter beside him. They carried a terrifying aura of bone-piercing cold.
Countless saber lights shot toward him. Zhao Fu stretched out his hand, and the six gray spheres beside him flew forth. Then, six terrifying explosions rang out at once.