The Bat Hunting Fang tore through the air. The pitch-black, bat-wing-shaped artifact gave off a piercing shriek, a sinister gleam flickering on the fangs at its tip, clearly coated in deadly poison.
If this strike landed, Qing Chen would surely suffer a crippling loss of strength. Never mind a middle Qi refining stage cultivator-even a late-stage cultivator would suffer badly!
A vicious grin had already appeared on Yu Cheng's lips, as though he could see Qing Chen's Sea of Qi destroyed, his body crumpled on the ground as he kowtowed and begged for mercy.
Yet the instant the fangs appeared, a brilliant light blazed in the eyes of Qing Chen, who had been "barely holding on" all this time!
He had long been on guard against this scoundrel's underhanded tricks. Now, at last, he had drawn out Yu Cheng's final trump card.
"Ha!"
Qing Chen pressed two fingers together like a sword. A drop of blood essence suddenly burned within his soul's [Brahma Aperture], transforming into a three-foot blood sword that shot forth.
The blood sword seemed solid, blood qi roiling across its surface as faint sounds of wind and thunder rang out. Radiating considerable power, it actually struck first despite being launched later, colliding with the Bat Hunting Fang with unerring precision!
Boom-!
He either held his hand or settled everything with a single strike!
Bloodlight and poisonous mist collided violently, erupting in a dazzling blaze.
Violent shock waves spread outward, sending ripples through the protective light barrier around the Dueling Platform.
"What? This... this is impossible!"
The vicious grin froze on Yu Cheng's face, replaced by disbelief and horror.
He had never imagined that Qing Chen could unleash such a fierce secret blood technique while under the Purple-Gold Bell's interference!
Did his soul not feel pain?
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