The figure of the King of Spirit Beasts leapt high, bathed in ghostly blue lightning, like a falling thunderbolt, descending straight towards Ye Qingzhou, its speed astonishingly stepping into the Divine Speed Domain.
The roar hadn't even reached yet, and the thunder-encased sharp claws had already reached before his eyes.
Clang~
Ye Qingzhou blocked with his sword horizontally; at the instant the divine weapon clashed with the wolf claws, a sonorous sharp ring resounded, the piercing noise scraping painfully at one's eardrums.
"What sharp wolf claws, their material might already compare to a top-grade sword!"
Slightly surprised in his heart, Ye Qingzhou was convinced that the King of Spirit Beasts truly possessed a Grandmaster-level physique; its bones and claws must be honed comparable to top-grade weapons.
