Chen Ping's Jade Scorpion Staff flew from his hand toward Chu Sheng, who was descending from midair in the posture of Lion Slash. The staff spun rapidly, the pointed ends of its bands slicing through the air with shrill whistles.
In just an instant, the speed at which Chen Ping's Jade Scorpion Staff spun in midair had reached a disturbing, anxiety-inducing degree.
It spun so fast that it no longer looked like a Jade Scorpion Staff, but rather a wildly churning visual afterimage with blurred edges. Its color and shape melted together into a dizzying, buzzing cloud of jade-green light.
It resembled an out-of-focus vortex, its center seeming to suck away all clarity, leaving only a ring of wildly trembling, dazzling afterimages around its edges. The surrounding air's initial whistles also became a continuous, air-rending buzz, sharp enough to pierce the eardrums and make them go numb.
Thus, the instant the Jade Scorpion Staff collided with Chu Sheng, space itself seemed to boil at that point.
Chu Sheng's downward slash, charged to its utmost, was blasted away almost instantly by the Jade Scorpion Staff, which spun so fast it had warped into a wheel of jade-green light. At the same time, the First and Second Soul Skills beneath Chen Ping's feet lit up together.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
In a flash, layer after layer of Poison Explosion erupted across Chu Sheng's body. Every explosion stripped away a large amount of his Soul Power, weakening him further. The muscles all over his body turned deathly pale and became covered in frost.
Poison Frost Explosion's mechanism automatically condensed a Poison Explosion after five attack marks accumulated. Ordinarily, gathering five marks would naturally have taken Chen Ping considerable effort, but the Poison Devil Dance, which kept spinning after leaving his hand, directly