Accompanied by the sound of "kacha," the shield unexpectedly showed slight cracks.
Instantly, Meng Xing's face changed dramatically.
Seizing this perfect opportunity to get close, Zhou Qing's left fist suddenly glowed with a scorching light. From within the light, there seemed to be the cry of a Golden Crow, sounding as if it came from ancient primordial times.
With the power's enhancement, the shield in front of Meng Xing shattered directly, turning into scattered spiritual light that vanished into the air.
"If you have the guts, boost your Nascent Soul again!" Zhou Qing snorted coldly, his right hand with tetanus-like Spiritual Snake, smoothly turned, slicing near Meng Xing's neck.
With a light sound of "chila," a line of blood instantly burst forth, fresh blood gushing out like a spring.
Feeling the sharp pain from his neck, a wave of unprecedented fear surged in Meng Xing's heart.
