Axe Cleave

The sinews and bones in his arms twisted and collapsed, nearly separating flesh from bone. The Celestial Immortal physique he had tempered for so many years was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper.

Chen Huan could no longer endure it. His arms shuddered violently, his bones snapped in an instant, and with a "wah," he actually vomited up his own internal organs.

His face turned the color of gold paper. Staggering backward like a drunk, he finally dropped onto the ground on his backside, unable to stand again.

Lu Ren did not continue his pursuit. Instead, he swung the Heaven Splitting Axe in his hand, smashing apart the elusive sword light of the Mid Celestial Immortal sword cultivator.

Bang!

A dull boom rang out.

The sword light abruptly exploded. The Giant Axe in Lu Ren's hand came crashing down like a heavy hammer. The Mid Celestial Immortal sword cultivator did not even have time to react. He could only widen his eyes and glare fixedly at Lu Ren, letting out an inhuman roar.

If this had been outside—no, he would not even have needed to be outside. On the Path to Ascension, he had hundreds of ways to deal with this. But within the City of Phantoms, all external powers were suppressed, and all his True Energy was firmly confined within his sea of consciousness, unable to move.

At the very last moment, his eyes bulged wide. Strands of flowing light spilled from his body and wrapped around him. Then, his entire body seemed like a water-filled balloon that had been stomped on hard, bursting violently along with blood and greenish-yellow fluids of every color.

Lu Ren was somewhat surprised. His axe had still been a short distance from touching the man. How had he suddenly burst apart