"Ah..."
With a miserable cry, Xie Zhen hurriedly retreated.
A mighty expert who had comprehended one thousand two hundred Great Daos, his strength was exceptional and unrivaled in Desert City. He had never imagined, even in his dreams, that a mere trial participant would possess such power, piercing through his palm with a single sword strike.
Whoosh!
As he retreated, he flipped his palm, and a massive hammer appeared. As he swung it, blood-red lightning split down.
A peak high-grade Chaos Divine Weapon, the Thunder Duke Hammer!
This weapon was only a step away from reaching top grade. Paired with his **, it could contend even against an expert who had comprehended one thousand three hundred Great Daos. Xie Zhen was confident that no matter how strong his opponent was, they would still be suppressed upon facing this weapon.
Crack!
The blood-red lightning pierced through the ages. The Formation rolling through the hall seemed to be stripped apart in an instant, boiling like blazing torches. Amid the surging air came mournful roars that sent chills down one's spine.
"Die!"
Xie Zhen's brows rose as he poured all his strength into the attack.
"Who dies is not certain yet!"
Nie Yun's voice was light and airy. He raised the sword in his hand. The sword seemed to carry no force at all, yet it bore a special profound meaning that cleaved through the sky. The hall seemed to enter autumn at once, its boiling Formation sliced into countless fragments, as though an autumn wind had swept past and fallen leaves heralded the coming of fall.
A peak top-grade Chaos Divine Weapon, Zhi Qiu!
Knowing how powerful this man was, Nie Yun did not dare to be careless. He immediately brought out Zhi Qiu, one of the three divine weapons left behind