"Yang Ben! I, Yang Hong, am the true blade cultivator!"
With his body and blade shadow parting, Yang Hong released an aura like the rhythms of heaven and earth, as though his Dao heart had attained perfection.
But at the same time, his body was dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a sheet of burning paper.
Clearly, that earth-shaking slash was rapidly draining his life away.
Yet Yang Hong already had no regrets.
As he let his ruined body drift down like a fallen leaf, he gazed toward Xu Taiping in the distant Great Thunder Sound Formation and called out in a quiet voice:
"Xu Taiping! Carve my name upon your body! Don't break your word!"
Xu Taiping, who was driving the Great Thunder Sound Formation with all his strength, immediately roared back without turning toward Yang Hong:
"The Demon Mother isn't destroyed yet! How dare you close your eyes now? Hold on to a breath of life. We'll come save you right away!"
Xu Taiping was not saying this merely to comfort him. He truly had devised a way to save Yang Hong.
Boom...!!
As he spoke, a tremendous crash rang out, and the demon mother clone inside the Great Thunder Sound Formation was ground to dust by the Thunder Sound Grinding Disc's power of thunder.
The last demon mother clone inside the Great Thunder Sound Formation was finally destroyed.
"Chu Yinan! Take command of the formation!"
After issuing his order to Chu Yinan, Xu Taiping shot toward Yang Hong with a boom, accompanied by an earsplitting blast as he tore through the air.
Shing...!
But the instant Xu Taiping reached Yang Hong, a blood-colored blade shadow abruptly cleaved Yang Hong's ruined body in two.
An exceedingly familiar aura of destruction and a mass of