The face of the Blood Gentleman twitched, a shadow casting over his brows.
As expected!
Moments later, the second blood-colored sword shattered with a thunderous crash, unstoppable.
Then the third, fourth, fifth...
Crack, crack, crack!
One after another, the blood-colored swords shattered on cue.
The Blood Gentleman's face grew increasingly grim.
Nie Jianglong, Yan Yangfeng, and Su Andong exchanged glances, filled with tension.
They saw everything, only feeling as though the Blood Gentleman wasn't fighting a single person, but slaughtering an army.
Even though the Blood Gentleman used Polluted Blood to forcibly elevate the calamity "BloodSplatter Three Feet" to the level of "Blood Light Disaster," the amount of calamity Fang Zhixing accumulated was far too immense!
Facing Fang Zhixing, the Blood Gentleman was like a pauper clutching a golden nugget, comparing wealth with someone sitting atop a mountain of gold!
"How did he accumulate so much calamity?"
