The power of a Grandmaster and a Foundation Establishment Cultivator can already split mountains and crush stones; bringing down a building is quite easy. Even though Shen Wang's physical body is formidable, he wouldn't just stand there and let himself be hit.
With one step, he dodged, glancing at the power of the opponent's Thunder Palm and sneered, "Have you really smashed your own pot?"
"You're still wasting words at a time like this, truly courting death."
Ge Changzhuang was already upon Shen Wang, his body swift as the wind, reaching out without hesitation to clutch Shen Wang's throat.
His claws were sharp, like an eagle hunting its prey, clearly a claw technique, and a divine one at that. When he unleashed his claws, his whole body's True Essence circulated according to a specific path, making the claws imbued with powerful True Essence.
Shen Wang quickly drew his blade, with a clang.
