BOOM!
The fist and saber collided, and with a CRACK, the once-unbeatable long saber instantly shattered into fragments.
"Chieftain, save me!"
The moment the long saber shattered, Huang Chong knew he was finished.
A wild and peerless wave of Ming Jin surged up the broken hilt, rushing into his arms with unstoppable force.
Huang Chong felt the webbing of his hand tear open as a series of sickening CRACKS resounded from the bones in his arms, fracturing under the unbearable force. He let out a bloodcurdling scream, spat out a mouthful of blood, and was sent flying backward like a kite with a snapped string.
A sharp glint flashed in Su Yu's eyes. The Qi and Blood in his feet roared as he prepared to press his advantage.
However, in that split second, the situation on the field took a sudden, unexpected turn!
Up on the three-story building, the Ghost Hand Asura, Qin Bashan, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally made his move!
