Just one contact!
Victory and defeat were immediately noticeable.
Chen Zhiming's magic sword was shaken out of his hand, spinning and flying away, displaying an expression of disbelief.
His True Gang was completely used for defense, how could it be useless?
Swipe——
The hands holding the sword were stained red with blood, the five fingers pulled out at the roots!
A trace of blue light hastily emerged from the sword body, but unfortunately, before the light could grow bigger, the halberd blade swallowing murderous intent sliced down from the waist!
Thunder rolled, air waves surged, silhouettes froze in mid-air.
Boom——!
A second later, a terrifying roar finally poured out rapidly.
A hurricane swept through, Chen Zhiming's seven orifices were bleeding, and his body exploded in mid-air!
Flesh turned to mud hurriedly, carried away by the golden mist, permeating the spiritual world everywhere...
