Is there such a thing as an invincible man under the heavens? And is there an endless supply of Spiritual Energy!?
However, the smile that had yet to fully form on Shentu He's lips froze as his eyes widened in shock at the scene before him.
Even though blood continued to spill uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, the Spiritual Energy around him showed not the slightest sign of dispersing. In fact, his strike was no less powerful than when he had fought Lin Duo.
All the cultivators watched intently. They did not witness the gruesome scene they had anticipated, nor did they see a bright sword blade stained crimson with blood.
The elder from Wuhua Palace stood with both hands tightly gripping his horsetail whisk, his upper body leaning slightly forward, still maintaining the posture of the strike he had just executed.
His entire being exuded an unstoppable, heroic momentum, while the rolling sandstorm behind him still roared fiercely.
