The three forms of the Ice Flame Blood Transformation Saber merged into one, wrapped in a fierce cold gleam, suddenly slashed toward the Hall Master's head, and the sound of metal clashing echoed in all directions.
The Hall Master felt a tearing pain coming from the top of his head, and the brilliance of the majestic jiao horns atop his head dimmed somewhat.
Before he could catch his breath, Qin An's heavy fist, infused with the power of five demon crystals, came down like Mount Tai, enveloping the Hall Master in the shadow of death.
At the critical moment, the Hall Master let out a thunderous roar, twisted his jiao true form abruptly, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.
Dragon roars burst from Qin An's fist as it descended with mountain-splitting force.
"Boom!"
Amidst a deafening explosion, the Hall Master's massive jiao body was flung like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the ground dozens of feet away.
The ancient trees along the way snapped in half.
