Clang!!!
At the collision's epicenter, the ground shattered, concrete rapidly splintered and sprayed.
The surrounding area was instantly beset by misfortune, flowers and grass were snapped, and the walls developed several dented holes. Particularly, Luo Liang's corpse, who had just died not long ago, was instantly turned into a sieve by a burst of high-speed debris.
Blood gushed from the holes, soaking his black suit.
On the battlefield, the air boiled like raging boiling water.
A shining silver, sharp Crying Dagger.
An iron palm releasing astonishing Sword Qi.
Ghost Wind versus Ten Fists Sword!
The two forces collided fiercely, wrestling wildly.
The sound of metal creaking sharply rang out, golden-red sparks burst sporadically at the point of collision, vibrating at a frantic rate.
At this moment, the two figures were extremely close.