Rip—!
All the sword shadows, Sword Qi, and soft force were as if thrown into a shredder, torn apart and shredded by an overwhelming, unyielding power, heavy as a collapsing mountain!
Chen Song's true form was instantly exposed!
His expression of shock frozen on his face!
In his eyes reflected the bronze fist coming closer, seemingly filling his entire vision, crushing down with absolute power!
Too fast! Too heavy!
There was no way to dodge! Not even to understand!
"Flowing Cloud Body Protection!"
Chen Song, terrified out of his wits, frantically activated his Sword Intent, rapidly drawing circles with his longsword in front of him, drawing in the vast cloud Qi, trying to build the strongest flexible defense!
However.
Boom—!!!
A thunderous roar akin to a celestial drum!
Fang Qingyu's fist smashed unceremoniously into the center of the rapidly rotating, cloud-filled sword circle!
Crack!
A crisp cracking sound!
