Upon hearing the Blood Princess’s soul transmission, a cold gleam flashed in Xue Cheng’s eyes.
The next mont.
He moved.
Like a starving wolf in the night locking onto its prey, he shot towards Xu Wendong instantly as a black stream of light.
Where this stream of light passed, the air seed to be sliced by a blade, emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if playing a prelude to the impending blow of destruction.
The montum was like Mount Tai pressing down, or a surging tsunami, seemingly ready to crush Xu Wendong into oblivion in an instant.
Xu Wendong raised his eyebrows, his gaze sharp as a torch, with no trace of fear in his eyes, only a burning fighting spirit.
He suddenly stomped his feet forcefully, with a "boom," instantly causing a web-like crack to appear on the ground, while his entire body shot towards Xue Cheng like a cannonball.
Xu Wendong never seeks trouble, but he definitely fears no trouble coming his way.
Especially in the current situation.
With the opponent being aggressive, how could he tolerate it?
When the two instantly collided, it was as if the universe first opened, and stars collided, erupting with a deafening roar.
This sound was like a million majestic bells ringing simultaneously, with rolling sound waves surging outwards, stirring up a strong wind.
Where fists and feet t, spiritual power erupted crazily like a volcanic explosion, turning into substantial, multicolored shockwaves spreading out in a circle.
Where these shockwaves passed, everything was ruthlessly destroyed, and the stone benches and tables in the stone courtyard instantly turned to powder.
Even the surrounding walls trembled violently under this terrifying force, with large chunks of stone peeling off, raising clouds of dust.
Every punch Xue Cheng threw seed to carry the force of a thousand weights, with power that could pierce the sky.
His fist wind was like a ferocious tornado, carrying the montum to destroy everything.
Where it passed, the space warped violently, seemingly unable to bear the burden and on the verge of collapsing.
Where the fist wind tore through, the air was compressed into visible whirlpools like black holes in the universe, devouring everything around.
His attacks poured down on Xu Wendong like a torrential storm, with every punch and kick aiming precisely at Xu Wendong’s vital points, ensuring severe injury if hit.
Xu Wendong’s form was like a specter, deftly weaving through the imperable attacks of Xue Cheng.
His figure moved so swiftly it seed like teleportation, leaving behind countless afterimages flickering between Xue Cheng’s attack gaps.
"Damn it, how can a True Immortal Realm ant have such agile movent techniques?" Xue Cheng was irate and ashad, thinking he could crush Xu Wendong by going all out.
But the results were unacceptable, leaving him feeling a trendous disgrace.
"Now’s the ti!" A gleam shone in Xu Wendong’s eyes as he sharply focused on every minor flaw in Xue Cheng’s attacks, then unleashed a ferocious, swift punch.
His strikes carried dazzling Immortal Energy, shining like the sun, and akin to the sharpness of a peerless Divine Weapon. Each hit left deep marks on the rock-hard body of Xue Cheng.
Immortal Energy surged like a tide, invading Xue Cheng’s body through the wounds, wreaking havoc inside him, causing him to feel excruciating pain and causing involuntary tremors.
Although severely injuring Xue Cheng, Xu Wendong’s heart was stirred by a towering wave, unable to calm: "The Blood Clan’s physical body is so strong!"
He had imnse confidence in his own strength, especially in close combat, estimating that even an Immortal Emperor would have to shy away.
Yet who would have thought, when his fists landed on the opponent, it only made him spit blood.
Dragon Soul’s voice slowly rose: "The physical bodies of the Ancient Twelve Immortal Clans are inherently terrifying, comparable to the so-called Divine Body or Spiritual Body, and among the Twelve Immortal Clans, the Blood Clan ranks first in strength."
"Though it’s not comparable to your Ancient Sacred Body, the gap isn’t significant."
Xu Wendong nodded solemnly, with a crazed battle intent flashing in his eyes. No matter how strong Xue Cheng was, today he would crush him.
He needed to set an example to solidify his position within the Blood Clan and deter anyone from seeking trouble in the future.
Their figures beca two indistinct light shadows in the stone courtyard, crisscrossing swiftly and dizzyingly.
Their battle was like a world-destroying super storm, ravaging the tiny stone courtyard. Each collision was accompanied by a colossal noise, as if the heavens and earth were newly opened.
The sound was like the Thunder God roaring angrily in the clouds, causing the surrounding walls to crack, with large stones shooting out like cannonballs in all directions, hitting the ground and raising clouds of dust.
The ground couldn’t withstand the terrible force either, forming deep, varied fissures that looked like frightful wounds left by the rciless earth tear, unnervingly.
Surrounding buildings shook violently under the impact of spiritual power, with roof tiles shattering and flying like startled flocks of birds, colliding in the air and turning into smaller fragnts, akin to a rain of ceramic pieces, blocking out the sky.
The Blood Clan mbers were drawn by the end-of-world-like commotion and gathered for the spectacle.
They converged from all directions, increasingly numbering until the stone courtyard was encircled tightly.
Everyone’s faces bore expressions of shock and disbelief, with eyes wide open and mouths agape, as if they could fit an egg inside.
"How... how can this human be so powerful? He’s clearly just in the True Immortal Realm, yet he has such terrifying strength, even able to hold his own against Lord Xue Cheng?"
A young Blood Clan mber exclaid in amazent, his voice turning sharp from excitent, audible in the noisy surroundings.
His body trembled slightly, hands clenching unconsciously, eyes filled with shock.
"His moves are simple yet deadly, and his physical body is too terrifying, with seemingly imnse energy hidden beneath his flesh and blood."
An elder Blood Clan mber frowned, eyes fixated on Xu Wendong in the battlefield, eyes full of concern.
He instinctively took a step back, worrying the battle’s aftermath might affect him, having lived so long without seeing such a breathtaking sight.
As the battle prolonged, dust filled the stone courtyard, with the entire space shrouded in dirt, turning the once-quiet small courtyard into nothing but ruins.
The powerful waves of spiritual power surged like overwhelming sea waves, one after another sweeping towards all sides with montum akin to a doomsday tsunami.
Everywhere it reached, flowers and trees were uprooted and instantly turned to powder in the air, even small buildings toppled under the force.
Raised dust and fragnts mixed, turning the entire sky dim and lightless, as if night had prematurely descended.
Both Xu Wendong and Xue Cheng were covered in fresh blood, staining their clothes, appearing terribly pitiful.
Their hair flew disorderly, faces sared with gri from sweat and blood, yet their gaze remained steady as a rock, showing no intention to retreat.
Especially Xu Wendong, his eyes filled with increasingly intense battle intent, displaying a wild smile, he lunged at Xue Cheng like a streak of lightning: "Again!"
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