Disbanding

After killing Sun Tao, Lu Yuan instantly turned around, holding the Rusty Saber crosswise before him.

With a clang, he directly received Zhou Ding's powerful axe head-on.

An immense force traveled through the Rusty Saber.

The bluestone beneath his feet shattered inch by inch, yet he stood as steady as Mount Tai.

Even without using the Great Wilderness Tyrant Body Art or the Darksteel Golden Body.

His current physical defenses.

Could already withstand the power of the Third-Rank Upper Realm.

"What a pity. If I could stay in the inner space of the Ancient Demon Battlefield for a few years, why would I need to drag my family around, hiding east and west?"

Lu Yuan murmured, longing for the Soul-Form Demon Beasts in the Ancient Demon Battlefield.

"Hm!"

Zhou Ding was utterly horrified. His axe carried the force of a thousand jun, and ordinary Third-Rank Martial Artists would not even dare receive it head-on. Yet Lu Yuan was like a mountain, utterly unmoving.

He had blocked his axe with physical strength alone?

"Your strength is quite suitable for scratching an itch."

Lu Yuan looked toward Zhou Ding.

After fighting Fourth-Rank Demon Beasts.

Zhou Ding's little bit of strength.

Could not even compare to a casually swung claw from a Fourth-Rank Demon Beast.

How could it possibly hurt him?

"My turn!"

Lu Yuan suddenly exerted force and twisted the Rusty Saber. Zhou Ding only felt a bizarre spiraling force surge through the massive axe in his hands. His tiger's mouth throbbed with pain, and the axe nearly flew from his grip.

Before Zhou Ding could react.

Lu Yuan had already closed in, driving an elbow into his chest.

Bang!!!

A dull impact rang out.

Zhou Ding's burly body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, and he spat out