"Haha, bring it on! Merciless Iron Leg, shatter it!"
If an ordinary Martial Artist were to face this blood-light martial soul, they would have been scared out of their wits and lost all composure, unable to unleash even half of their true strength.
But who was Luo Zhan? A Captain of the kingdom's Golden Lion Corps, a man who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. How could his spirit be so easily broken by an opponent?
His legs shot out, and for a moment, it was as if ghosts wailed and gods howled. A piercing shriek, like a blaring horn, accompanied the terrifying blur of his kicks as they struck the crimson saber light.
BOOM! The crimson saber light shattered. Blood Saber was thrown backward, his feet carving a trench more than ten meters long in the ground, his hands trembling as he clutched his saber.
"Haha, exhilarating! Again!"
