Driving his blood energy and astral energy to their limits, Yu Yong unleashed his saber intent, sweeping upward from below in a desperate attempt to block Xu Yang's second strike. Boom!
The two sabers collided with a sound that threatened to burst eardrums.
Yu Yong felt a force like collapsing mountains and a raging tsunami surge through the hilt, nearly shattering the bones in his hands.
He could not block it. He truly could not.
With Xu Yang's divine strength behind it, the six-thousand-jin Supreme-Grade Spirit Weapon would force even a prodigy who had reached the combat-power barrier to avoid its edge, let alone him. But the steps offered limited space. He had no chance to maneuver, leaving him no choice but to meet it head-on.
Crack!
In an instant, terrifying fissures split both hands gripping his saber again, exposing white bone. He could no longer hold the violently trembling hilt, and the saber slammed into the step with a mournful cry.
The treasured saber's light dimmed, as though much of its spirituality had been shaken apart.
But Yu Yong had no time to care. Taking great strides backward to dissipate the force, he struggled to swing his fist at the dragon phantom hurtling straight toward him. Boom!
A blinding burst of light erupted. Yu Yong felt as though a heavy hammer had struck his chest. His body shook violently, and his fist instantly lost all sensation. Only a stabbing pain came from his wrist as flesh and bone sprayed before his eyes.
"Aah!"
He could not suppress his agonized scream. His entire body flew backward as he coughed up mouthfuls of blood.
Looking at his fist again, he realized it had not merely gone numb. The entire fist had been smashed apart. All the flesh below his wrist had