Miao Zhicheng felt a violent tremor run up his arm. The Power from Chen Qing's spear was as immense as a mountain and as fierce as a thunderclap, jarring him so badly his qi and blood churned. He was forced back again and again, each step gouging a deep crater in the earth.
"Impossible!"
Miao Zhicheng fiercely bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of Essence Blood onto his Curved Saber. The blade's hum instantly became shrill and piercing as a far more sinister, violent aura burst forth!
"SHRIEEEK—!"
The Soul Shriek erupted once more! This time, however, it wasn't formless or intangible. It was accompanied by a visible, dark golden Sound Wave that rushed madly toward Chen Qing like ripples on water.
Simultaneously, his Saber Momentum shifted. Man and saber moved as one as the Curved Saber carved an incredibly strange, dark arc, silently slicing toward Chen Qing's neck!
Golden Soul Shattering! Netherworld Break!
