"Crack…"
Originally, Dragon Slayer's face was full of mocking laughter, but in the next instant, with that crisp sound of shattering, it turned into utter shock.
The blood-colored ripples that had been shrouding Dragon Slayer's whole body were actually forced open with streaks of Elemental Power bursting from the tip of the Heavenly Painting Halberd, carving crack after crack through them, almost blasting them apart.
Even so, the impact of the Heavenly Painting Halberd's ten-thousand-jun force still sent Dragon Slayer's body flying backward. Hanging in midair, Lin Zifeng could see that trace of astonishment on his face with perfect clarity.
Dragon Slayer had never imagined that the Blood Evil Ghost Axe he'd always treated as his trump card would be so worthless—just one exchange, and Lin Zifeng knocked it clean out of his hand.
