The Purple Thunder Spirit Sword pointed at the fair-skinned old man.
Green light flickered from its blade.
Wan Cangshan stood in midair, looking down below.
"Laws of the Immortal Dao?"
"I have rampaged across countless worlds. What kind of prodigy have I not killed? A mere fledgling who has only just reached Core Formation dares speak of laws before me?"
He slowly raised his right hand.
A dense mass of blood-red light gathered in his palm.
It was not soul power.
It was pure Blood Fiend Origin.
The blood light transformed into a massive crimson hand and slammed down from the air.
Su Chen's gaze blazed.
He pushed his Golden Core spiritual power to its limit.
"Break!"
The Purple Thunder Spirit Sword transformed into soaring sword qi and met the bloody hand head-on.
The two forces collided.
Visible ripples spread through the air.
The sword qi crumbled inch by inch within the bloody hand.
The bloody hand did not slow, bearing straight down on his face.
Su Chen held two fingers together like a sword and tapped repeatedly before him.
Layers of icefire currents formed a shield before him.
The bloody hand shattered the currents.
Su Chen slid backward.
He retreated more than ten steps before barely steadying himself.
His blood and qi churned violently in his chest.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ning Rongrong cried out in alarm and tried to rush forward.
Su Chen raised his left hand, stopping those behind him.
"Stay back."
"At this level of battle, getting close will only get you killed."
Xue Qinghe gripped his radiant sword tightly and stood at Su Chen's side.
"My father has only just placed the Heaven Dou Empire in my hands."
"The Crown Prince's Residence has no habit of retreating in the face of battle."