"Shhk."
The blue ice sword struck the back of Shi Hou's head.
No blood splashed, only a strange, muffled clang of metal against stone.
Then the Treasure Weapon, imbued with an icy sword intent, began shattering inch by inch from its tip.
An incomparably savage recoil surged back up the hilt.
"Pfft!"
The webbing between the middle-aged man's thumbs and forefingers burst open, mangling the flesh, and the broken sword flew from his hands.
Disbelief filled his eyes. His all-out strike hadn't even grazed the skin of a sleeping boy?
Before he could recoil in horror, Shi Hou, sprawled on Shi Hao's back, let out a long, drawn-out snore.
A glistening trace of drool even hung from the corner of his mouth.
As he slept, the terrifying blood qi within Shi Hou, exceeding a hundred million jin in strength, sensed the murderous intent mere inches away. His body responded instinctively, and a visible ring of pitch-black ripples blasted outward from his dark skin.
It was as though a primordial reckless bull had rammed the middle-aged man square in the chest.
His protective runes tore apart like paper. He and his half-length sword fragment were hurled dozens of yards backward, and he spewed a great mouthful of blood in midair, his aura instantly withering.
Shi Hao's eyes lit up.
What a chance!
Using the savage recoil that had flung the middle-aged man away, he kicked off against the empty air. Like a falling meteor, he plunged straight toward the mire below.
There lay the elder with the severed beard, whose breastbone he had smashed in and who was only just struggling to rise.
"You little brat! Don't you dare!"
Behind him, the two remaining sealers glared so fiercely their eyes nearly split. Two dazzling magical seals bombarded Shi Hao, trying to