Zhou Feng used the most primitive power, the terrifying raw power that burst out of his body.
At that moment, it was as if he wanted to tear everything nearby into pieces.
The surging Blood Qi was like a monstrous wave.
"Open!"
Wu Zhou seemed to have expected this, and his skinny body didn't waver at all.
The thin sword in his hand lightly slashed.
Zhou Feng's punch created a terrifying power and was immediately split in half.
The long thin sword was emitting a different kind of radiance at this moment.
It was clearly so simple, but everything around it was crumbling.
Under this sharp aura, the mountain rocks were continuously breaking into small pieces.
"It's useless! In order to deal with you and your terrifying body, I've been nurturing this Sword Qi for 800 years!"
Wu Zhou wore a sinister smile as the thin sword in his hand was connected to heaven and earth.