Seeing Yang Chen casually unravel the technique he had formed from killing intent, the Slaughter Divine Lord threw back his head and laughed. "Not bad, kid. Take a blow from me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Slaughter Divine Lord directly slashed his sword down at Yang Chen.
There were no excessive techniques, only a fierce downward slash without any flashy embellishment. Yet Yang Chen did not dare underestimate it in the slightest.
Strong. The Slaughter Divine Lord's strike was incredibly strong.
Yang Chen drew the Cunxue Divine Spear and met the blow head-on.
Rumble...
Wild winds howled, auras spread outward, and space trembled.
Qin Fangxin's delicate body shook as she retreated a considerable distance in fear. Even from afar, the battle left her trembling all over.
The pressure of the King level emanated from both men, striking terror into the heart and making one feel utterly incapable of resisting any of it.
Yang Chen had to admit that Qin Fangxin was right. The Slaughter Divine Lord was indeed powerful, possessing strength that surpassed this level.
He was completely unlike the opponents Yang Chen had encountered earlier, several tiers heavier in weight.
That single strike from the Slaughter Divine Lord had nearly caused Yang Chen's divine body to collapse. In a pure contest of divine power, Yang Chen had lost.
Yang Chen had no choice but to unleash the Purple Thunder Divine Firmament and channel it through his spear, only then recovering a little of his lost ground.
But the Slaughter Divine Lord was no pushover either. Seeing Yang Chen launch his technique, he gave two sinister chuckles. In an instant, several streams of blood energy emerged upon his sword, coiling around it and turning Yang Chen's newly recovered situation back into a disadvantage.
Yang Chen gritted his teeth