Chong Yin's smile froze.
He thought the awakening of the bloodline was his best chance to turn the tables, but the ensuing silence buried everything!
"Something's wrong!"
That saber strike which seemed to destroy heaven and earth made Chong Yin lose his color.
That flash of blade light was definitely not something an ordinary Martial Technique of the Human Race could unleash.
At the moment the blade light approached, Chong Yin became momentarily confused, and when he regained his senses, the colors of the world returned before his eyes, and the ambient noise suddenly flooded his ears again.
The gale's roar, the collision of energies, and the sound of his demon blood spilling and dripping...
He looked in disbelief at his demon body, almost split in two by a single strike, his chest and abdomen sliced open.
The blood shadow he had just summoned, the power of the ancient bloodline, hadn't even truly exerted its might and was unexpectedly broken by Song Changming's first strike.
