Jiang Xiao Chen stepped forward. An illusory hand reached down from the sky, wrapped in black-and-red chains of rules that rang metallically as it slammed toward Jiang Dijiao.
As the Jiang Chen Group's top enforcer, he stepped up without hesitation at a time like this.
Meanwhile, once the black broadsword in his opponent's hand was taken down, it seemed to "wake up." Chilling baleful qi flowed through its cracks, and a heaven-shaking killing intent surged out.
Jiang Xiao Chen's expression shifted slightly, because he realized that this killing intent came not from Jiang Dijiao, but from the blade itself!
Whoosh!
The instant the broadsword swung out, a powerful shudder of dread flashed through him. In a daze, an image appeared in his mind: in a boundless void, a pair of enormous eyes slowly opened. Deathly still, cold, and majestic, they left his mind blank in an instant.
The huge hand formed from the Dao of Law was slashed to pieces.
Only then did Jiang Xiao Chen come to his senses. He had to draw on the Sun Disc to unleash a wave of destructive power, barely blocking the aftershock of that slash.
The Dao of Law thundered behind him, and his expression turned rather ugly. He glanced at Jiang Chen, wanting to speak but holding back.
Because he realized that he might be no match for this man.
Yet he was unwilling to admit he was useless in front of his brother.
"I fought year after year. When I took the head of my hundredth false god, Lord Weapon Ancestor slew a Yin God and personally refined it into this blade for me. Its name is Hundred Slashes," Jiang Dijiao said slowly, still staring at Jiang Chen.
"Had I not severed part of my own strength this time, with Hundred