"Boom!..."
In the blink of an eye, a fierce surge of blade qi pierced the wind and snow, and the gray-haired werewolf's body.
For an instant, the air throughout the world seemed to freeze, until the gray-haired werewolf spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft."
But perhaps because of that Demon King Weapon, Xu Taiping's strike did not kill the gray-haired werewolf outright.
Seeing that the gray-haired werewolf was still alive, Xu Taiping actually breathed a sigh of relief.
Even with the secrets Blade Ghost had personally taught him, his progress in merging the two forms into one remained extremely slow.
With that last strike, for instance, although he had deliberately held back some of his strength, even at full power, he could only merge forty-five or forty-six strikes into one.
So he still needed someone to test his blade against.
But the power of this form had indeed exceeded his expectations, nearly killing the gray-haired werewolf with a single strike.
He looked around again.
Apart from the fan-shaped area behind him, almost everything had been frozen over by that strike.
The monks, including Huizhun and Huineng, all gazed at him with reverence filling their eyes, as though they had witnessed a miracle.
"Whoosh!..."
Just then, the gray-haired werewolf, enraged by his humiliation, silently raised the Darkworld Blade in his hand and slashed at Xu Taiping once more.
"Boom!..."
As he unleashed this strike, the gray-haired werewolf directly invoked his true demon body, making its power noticeably greater than his previous strike.
When the long blade cleaved down, the snowstorm it stirred up also became even more terrifying.
"Shing!"
Just as before, Xu Taiping struck second to seize the initiative.
"Zree!..."
After a piercing cicada cry, he gathered more than forty blade shadows into one, then used the