"Clang!"
A piercing clash of metal rang out, accompanied by a shattering sound that tore at the heart!
Wang Teng's golden divine sword, a weapon of extraordinary provenance, instantly filled with spiderweb cracks beneath the Crimson Peak Spear's utterly domineering blow, which carried the mighty power of heaven and earth.
An overwhelming, unstoppable force that shook the eight wildernesses surged through the blade into Wang Teng's sole remaining left arm, then coursed through every bone and limb.
"Pfft!!"
The young supreme spat out a mouthful of blood gleaming with dark gold. As it scattered through the air, it stirred faint ripples in space.
Even his formidable body, tempered through the Chaotic Ancient Emperor Scripture and reputed to be indestructible, could not withstand the shock of so many terrifying forces layered together. Bones cracked inside him in a dense barrage like beans popping in a pan.
As though struck by a primordial divine mountain, he became a streak of dark-gold light and shot backward like a cannonball, faster than he had come!
"Rumble!"
Space collapsed inch by inch. He smashed through several small hills along the way before embedding himself deep within a thousand-zhang peak, sending rubble and dust flying into the sky, his fate unknown.
Luo Yue stood at the center of the storm, the Crimson Peak Spear angled toward the earth. Its tip still hummed and trembled, radiating a ferocity that robbed heaven and earth of their color.
Her silver hair streamed through the raging turbulence. Her ice-blue eyes swept toward where Wang Teng had fallen, holding a trace of icy indifference.
A shadowy light flashed on her shoulder.
The Little Ming Flood Dragon, somewhat weakened but no less eager for battle, coiled around her again and hissed threateningly toward the grievously wounded Wang Teng.
Luo Yue gently stroked