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No... even a third-rank martial artist couldn't possibly seriously injure me with a single blow!
"Are you perhaps a second-grade Dao Integration cultivator?!"
At this moment, Zhou Lingchuan knelt on one knee amidst the ruins.
His entire suit of armor was shattered and covered in dust and blood.
One of his arms hung limply at his sides, and a section of his chest had caved in.
He had clearly suffered extremely serious internal injuries.
A trickle of bright red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
It slid down his chin, wetting his clothes.
Even so, he clutched his chest tightly, trying to stop the gushing blood.
But his fingers were already soaked in red.
His eyes showed disbelief and astonishment.
There was also deep fear and helplessness.
A powerful expert who is halfway to the third rank of martial arts master,
At this moment, it has completely lost its former prestige.
Like a wild beast caught in a trap, there is only despair.
He had heard of Wei Changxuan before.
He had also contemptuously thought that Wei Changxuan was nothing more than Wei Yuan's nephew.
His cultivation level has remained at the eighth rank; he's been a good-for-nothing for five or six years.
But now, the results are completely different.
However, he was completely dumbfounded.
The young man before me was tall and had a stern face.
Just how astonishing was his cultivation level?
"You talk too much!"
Wei Changxuan's voice was deep yet powerful.
Every word was like a sharp blade, slamming into Zhou Lingchuan's eardrums.
It gave him a jolt.
"You should save that for when you're on your way to the underworld."
With these words, Wei Changxuan slowly raised his hand.
A terrifying surge of lightning power was gathering in his palm, rapidly coalescing within it.
There seemed to be a sense of oppression in the air.
The floating dust particles swirled around him, faintly emitting a dazzling light.
At this moment, Wei Changxuan no longer exuded the aura of a mere youth.
Rather, it is an unstoppable, domineering presence that reigns supreme over everything!
His eyes were as sharp and cold as stars.
With a resolute and decisive air, they inspire awe.
Wei Changxuan took a step forward, his shoes landing on the cracked bluestone slab.
It made a slight "click" sound.
But when it reached Zhou Lingchuan's ears, it was as shocking as a thunderclap.
His movements were as swift as lightning.
His right hand shot out and instantly grabbed Zhou Lingchuan's neck.
Those slender fingers gripped tightly like iron clamps.
It immediately made Zhou Lingchuan have difficulty breathing, and his face turned from white to green.
His eyes bulged out, and he struggled desperately, trying to shout something.
He could only let out a few hoarse gasps.
At that moment, the terrifying ball of lightning that had condensed in Wei Changxuan's right hand slammed directly into Zhou Lingchuan's mouth.
"boom!--!"
The terrifying lightning surged wildly, smashing directly into Zhou Lingchuan's mouth.
"Crack——!"
A crisp sound of bone breaking.
It spread instantly across the entire battlefield.
Zhou Lingchuan's head is attached to his body.
He was forcefully sent flying by this attack.
After gliding for several hundred meters,
It crashed heavily onto the ruins, raising clouds of rubble and dust.
But he did not die immediately; he remained lying on the spot, convulsing.
The terrifying power of the lightning directly charred his entire head.
But he was still writhing in agony.
It seems that the body still contains an undying soul.
A half-step third-rank martial artist has already come into contact with the secrets of an indestructible body.
Although it is impossible to be reborn from a drop of blood and transcend worldly affairs.
However, he is still more powerful and transcendent than an ordinary fourth-rank martial artist.
Wei Changxuan walked over slowly, his steps devoid of any emotion, like a cold and ruthless god of death.
When he reached the dying Zhou Lingchuan,
He paused and looked down, his tone calm but chilling:
"Emperor Yuanjing's dogs must all die!"
The voice just fell.
The Blood Shadow Battle Blade appeared in Wei Changxuan's hand.
"Shh-!"
The incomparably sharp Blood Shadow Blade sliced Zhou Lingchuan's body into countless fragments.
Then countless bolts of lightning fell wildly from the sky.
"boom--!"
Lightning flashed across the sky, like countless silver snakes dancing wildly.
Accompanied by a deafening roar,
The entire world seemed to be shaken by this terrifying energy.
After this earth-shattering contest,
The surrounding ruins no longer contained any trace of Zhou Lingchuan, the half-step third-rank martial artist.
Once a powerful and arrogant figure, a formidable warrior...
At that moment, it vanished into nothingness.
Not even a speck of dust remained.
Only a faint smell of burning lingered in the air.
It makes people's hair stand on end.
It was dusk.
The gentle glow of the setting sun fell upon the ruins.
This stands in stark contrast to the desolate landscape.
Under the light, Wei Changxuan stood alone.
His shadow was stretched very long.
Projected onto the broken walls and ruins.
His tall and slender figure,
He looked even more handsome and dashing in the sunset.
But even more captivating than her appearance...
It was the powerful aura he exuded—
A suffocating sense of pressure,
It makes all living things around it feel small and fragile.
At this moment, he was like a true peerless powerhouse.
Standing proudly between heaven and earth, it inspires awe without needing to say a word.
See the scene in front of you.
The three fourth-rank martial artists brought by Zhou Lingchuan were in the distance.
They were all so frightened that they froze on the spot, their eyes filled with terror.
A powerful martial artist at the half-step third rank. Just like that, instantly destroyed?!
Their bodies were trembling uncontrollably; they could hardly believe what they were seeing.