Grandmaster Strike, Gravely Wounded

As the black iron saber swung out once more,

another piercing howl tore through the air.

Six astonished gazes descended from above again, yet no one moved to stop him.

But Su Xinghe knew that this strike of his was no longer the same.

It was not merely thirty thousand jin becoming fifty thousand jin.

Once strength broke through a certain threshold, it brought about changes on a physical level.

"Boom!"

The blade compressed the air, and layer upon layer of sonic booms erupted.

The force of his Qi-Blood, stirred by high-frequency vibrations, turned into searing heat.

"Chi-liu..."

Driven by fifty thousand jin of immense force, the vibrating black iron saber had barely touched the Eight-Armed Carrion Centipede's surface when scorched blue smoke rose like from a red-hot branding iron.

Just as that layer of murky mucus was pierced through, an angry shout rang beside everyone's ears.

"Stop!"

Someone atop the dome was so enraged that her eyes nearly split open.

But a towering figure beside her blocked her path.

"Chi chi chi..."

Propelled by fifty thousand jin of force, the high-frequency vibrating black iron saber finally broke through the second layer of defense beneath the mucus—the rubber-tire-like flesh covering the Half-Demon's body.

Its momentum undiminished, it slammed into the hard skull beneath.

"Still not enough?"

The force of Su Xinghe's Qi-Blood continued burning frantically within him, as streams of Internal Force were roused one after another.

The saber vibrated at extreme speed again. Before the stinking liquid could fly away, it was broken down by the heat.

"Crack!"

In only half a breath, under tens of thousands of vibrations from his Qi-Blood, the saber finally breached the last barrier and plunged into the Eight-Armed Carrion Centipede's skull.

"Yiya~"

Within the Consciousness Space came a shriek like an infant's cry.