"Hehe, there's nothing strange about it. Your cultivation is merely at the Tribulation Early Stage. You can't withstand a single thrust from me!"
"Besides, you're my prey. I won't let you leave here alive!" Wang Peng stared at Shen Xiu and said coldly.
"Hmph!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Xiu immediately snorted coldly.
The next moment, a layer of golden light abruptly emerged from his body, enveloping Shen Xiu within it.
"Rumble!"
The next moment, the Nascent Soul within Shen Xiu's body transformed into three once more, radiating a dazzling brilliance.
"Wang Peng, you've underestimated me too much. Now, let me show you what a true immortal art is. I'll use this move to send you to hell!"
After Shen Xiu finished speaking coldly, he flicked the sword in his hand. A blood-colored long sword instantly appeared in Shen Xiu's grasp.
"Whoosh!"
Gripping the blood-colored long sword, Shen Xiu slashed viciously at Wang Peng's neck.
"Hmph!"
Seeing Shen Xiu's attack, Wang Peng snorted coldly, then drove the spear in his hand fiercely toward Shen Xiu.
"Clang!"
The spear collided with the blood-colored long sword, sending sparks flying as a metallic clash rang out.
"Boom!"
Immediately afterward, an enormous force spread along the blood-colored long sword toward Wang Peng.
The spear in Wang Peng's hand was directly knocked aside by the blood-colored long sword. Even his palm was flung back, the bones in his arm cracking apart as streams of crimson blood dripped down without cease.
"Argh!"
Wang Peng looked at the wound on his arm. His mouth twitched as he endured the searing pain and let out a roar.
Wang Peng stared at Shen Xiu, his face filled with icy killing intent. Rays of sharp light burst from his eyes as he gazed coldly at Shen Xiu.
"What terrifying power!"
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