His old injuries, never fully healed, erupted all at once!
Crack!
The Black Fox King's right arm broke first, white bone piercing out behind his shoulder, before half his chest caved inward.
A mouthful of pitch-black true blood sprayed from his mouth. Before it could reach the ground, the phantom of the Heaven-Flipping Golden Urn Hammer, formed from Golden Tower grotto-heaven power, ground it into nothingness.
He threw back his head and roared, burning more essence blood. His two great traits spun madly, actually bracing against the last of the Heaven-Flipping Golden Urn Hammer phantom's power.
But this battle technique had never truly been intended to kill him in one blow, nor could it possibly have done so.
After the hammer's power erupted, the Thirteen Golden Tower Phantoms did not disperse. Instead, they abruptly contracted into thirteen dark-gold sealing marks, branding themselves into the space around the Black Fox King.
The fortune of the Northern Border's mountains and rivers connected the thirteen sealing marks, forming a translucent gold-and-black barrier.
The Black Fox King had barely tried to escape into the Yin River Domain when his primordial spirit felt as though it had struck a mighty pass of divine iron spanning heaven and earth. The barrier forcibly dragged his wounded body back to its original position.
The Black Fox King finally understood Qing Chen's scheme completely.
"Qing, you scoundrel!"
"You despicable wretch!"
Not a trace remained in the Black Fox King's voice of his earlier composure, when victory had seemed assured. There was only venomous hatred, as though he wished to devour Qing Chen alive and skin him raw.
"Do you think this will let you kill a Spirit Transformation cultivator?"
"Tie Hengjiang isn't here! There will come a time when I exhaust this sealed power! What use could you possibly