Crack!
The tip of the Star Trace Sword was directly pointed at the mouth of the Shadow of the Lone Wolf, spinning rapidly. A lightning-fast aurora completely obliterates the blade light, shattering it into pieces.
"Thunder Fist of Destruction!"
Before Chu Ming's right hand with the Star Trace Sword had even fallen, his left hand tightened its five fingers again. Terrifying lightning surrounded Chu Ming, forming within three meters around him, creating a world of lightning.
Boom!
The Saint was punched away, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his flesh showed faint signs of cracking, resembling glass with a fine flaw.
"How could you be so strong?!"
Astonishment filled the Saint's eyes. In terms of physical body, Chu Ming was not inferior to him; in terms of spiritual cultivation, Chu Ming's cultivation level may not be as high, but his Sword Dao was bizarrely unpredictable and filled with a killing aura, always giving an irresistible feeling.
"Nothing is impossible!"
