With Fan Lao displaying such speed, Yao Lao knew he could not evade him, so he simply met him head-on. He could overpower Fan Lao; even this so-called Blood Transformation would not change the outcome.
A streak of blood-red light rapidly grew in his vision. In the next instant, it abruptly resolved into a savage face, while the incomparably sharp energy blood spear pierced through the air, shooting straight toward him with an icy gust.
Clang!
The Heavy Black Ruler rose, standing straight before him like a shield, and the blood spear struck it heavily. At once, a fierce gust swept outward like a storm, so powerful that it carried the faintest rumble of wind and thunder.
Yao Lao retreated two steps, his arm gripping the Heavy Black Ruler jolting violently before he finally blocked Fan Lao's rage-filled strike.
He raised his eyes slightly, looking past the Heavy Black Ruler to see Fan Lao's cold, savage face. Those blood-red pupils blazed with unmatched killing intent and bloodlust.
"I'll pierce countless bloody holes through you!"
Fan Lao gave a sinister, savage laugh and abruptly twisted the hand gripping his blood spear. The spear resting against the ruler instantly veered aside, then traced a blood-red arc as it thrust viciously forward again.
"You don't have what it takes!"
Yao Lao smiled and swung the Heavy Black Ruler. Eerie white flames coiled around it, carrying scorching heat as he smashed it straight toward Fan Lao's face without the slightest flourish.
Bloody vapor swirled around Fan Lao's right palm. His nails, sharp as blades, flicked lightly, producing a faint ripping sound, as though they had torn through space itself.
His five fingers pressed together like a sharp blood sword, stabbing straight toward Xiao Yan. The piercing gust sounded like a blade slicing through thin