Then finally returning to his form, seeing his true self.
A millennium ago, upon a glimpse, the young Demon Ancestor whose walking seemed to drop frame reappears in the mortal world.
Netherworld Spring
Descends
"Had enough fun, haven't you?"
Netherworld Spring has likely had enough fun, for Chen Xuantian couldn't see any of his actions, only hearing two sounds of a metal clash.
"Ping! Ping!"
Indeed, the sword broke.
Dragon Abyss Tiger Blade, after countless consecutive strikes, wild slashes, hard stabs, strong splits, fierce shakes, finally exhausted all strength, was shocked by the Magic Power, shattered into thousands of pieces, like scattering starlight.
"Lightning Style!"
But at this point, Chen Xuantian was fearless, with nowhere to go.
Thus he held a pair of broken blades, sacrificed himself leaping toward Netherworld Spring's face!
In vain, of course.
Just as he leapt into the air, Chen Xuantian, drenched, devoid of flesh,
