"What Martial Technique is this?"
In midair, cold sweat broke out on Fang Daosheng's forehead. He looked at his split palm, then at Jun Wangchen, utterly stunned.
He remembered clearly that he had withstood Jun Wangchen's attack. Why had his palm exploded?
"Could it be the ink from earlier?" Fang Daosheng asked himself in bewilderment, only to shake his head a moment later.
The Divine Spirit Body would block any explosion from ink stuck to his skin.
Besides, the earlier explosion had erupted from inside his palm.
In the front row, Luo Qin and Li Changkong exchanged glances, equally bewildered and unable to make sense of it.
Only the Four Heavenly Kings narrowed their eyes, as though they had noticed something.
In the sky, Jun Wangchen watched Fang Daosheng thoughtfully. As expected, the Divine Spirit Body only defends against attacks on the surface. It does nothing against attacks from within.
Having confirmed this, he drew several more ink-black swords in the air and sent them flying toward Fang Daosheng.
"Trying that again?" Fang Daosheng gritted his teeth, gripped the Overlord Spear with his uninjured hand, and swept it outward.
In an instant, a red flash shot into the sky, knocking the ink-black swords down.
Then he thrust his spear again. Flames surged, forming a long dragon whose roar shook the heavens as red currents rampaged wildly.
Crack!
The dragon had barely formed when a streak of Sword Energy, radiant with Sword Intent, appeared out of thin air and severed its head.
At the same time, Jun Wangchen appeared before Fang Daosheng as though he had teleported. He swung his sword, its light flashing.
"Damn it!" Fang Daosheng's expression changed drastically. He could only raise his spear to block while retreating rapidly.
"Trying to leave?" Jun Wangchen turned his wrist, and