"Kill!" Zhul Xing's face was twisted into a grimace, incredulous that he could be crushed by Chen Fei despite his own power. To him, this was an insult, something he couldn't accept.
And they were in a life-and-death battle now; if he couldn't win, wouldn't that mean...?
Boom!
The Three-Pointed Blade, shattered into three or four pieces by the Reverse Sky Sword Formation, erupted in a blinding light. Zhul Xing forcibly merged it together; Spiritual Energy poured in, a mountain cry and a sea shout, violently rushing towards Chen Fei.
Sizzle!
Soon after, he heard the sound of air being sliced; the nearly destroyed Three-Pointed Blade swung again, its spiritual light like lightning, barely illuminating the surroundings with dazzling traces, extremely blinding.
Clang.
However, Chen Fei surprisingly grabbed the blade of the Three-Pointed Blade with one hand. Though his arm was tight with bulging veins and muscles, it wasn't injured, and he caught the sharp blade barehanded.
