Grand Void Yin-Yang Sword Slays a Half-Step Grandmaster!

Beneath Middle Finger Peak.

Fang Daoquan's strike split the earth and reshaped the terrain.

That earth-shattering blow drew countless eyes.

The next instant.

Jiang Ning drew back his sword with the momentum, letting the spearhead slide along its blade.

Not good! Alarm flashed through Fang Daoquan, and he hurriedly pulled back his strength.

But fast as Fang Daoquan reacted, Jiang Ning was faster.

He flashed forward and flicked his sword upward. A force far greater than Fang Daoquan's traveled through the spearhead and into his body.

In an instant.

Fang Daoquan briefly lost his balance.

Jiang Ning sprang upward, swift as thunder yet utterly composed.

Shhk!

As the sword tip entered his body, blood burst from Fang Daoquan's back.

The blade pierced his flesh, and Jiang Ning felt that the flesh and blood within Fang Daoquan seemed cast from molten gold and iron, impossibly tough.

His bones were harder still, tougher than steel forged a thousand times.

With the blade inside him, every inch of flesh and every bone became an obstacle to its advance.

Under Fang Daoquan's will, his sinews and bones seemed to come alive, trying to clamp Jiang Ning's sword fast.

"Die!" Fang Daoquan roared.

Gripping the shaft, he unleashed his strength and swept the spearhead toward Jiang Ning like a divine dragon lashing its tail.

At that sweep, wind and clouds surged, and white mist spread like a shock wave.

As the spearhead came, Martial Dao will pressed against the mind.

What everyone saw was not a spearhead, but an azure flood dragon whipping its tail.

Strength rose from its body and traveled down its spine to its tail.

The lash aimed straight for Jiang Ning's neck.

Even grandmasters who had reached this stage had tempered their bodies without leaving a single blind spot.

Weak points