Published: December 25, 2024
In a fit of rage, Ding Qianqiu disregarded attacking Blood Hand King. His palm flipped, transforming into a hazy glow, and instantly reached out to grab the shadow.
However, the shadow was too fast, flickering slightly before disappearing from sight. The next moment, Ding Qianqiu’s True Essence protective shield was torn apart, followed by a numbing sensation in his body, succeeded by a surge of intense pain, and blood instantly splattered out.
“Blood Light Slash!”
At the moment Ding Qianqiu stopped his attack on Blood Hand King, Blood Hand King, who had been retreating, as if anticipating this scene, charged forward instead, a palm striking fiercely towards Ding Qianqiu.
At this moment, Qin Chen, who had been standing still, also moved.
Whoosh!
The mysterious rusted sword shot out in an instant, rumbling as astonishing thunderlight spread, instantly stabbing toward Ding Qianqiu. At the same time, a huge black treasure appeared above the palace, swelling in size against the wind, quickly becoming as large as a small mountain.
Around the treasure, strands of incredible black ominous light permeated, wrapping around and emanating a heart-pounding aura, crashing down toward Ding Qianqiu’s head.
At this moment, the three of them—Big Black Cat, Blood Hand King, and Qin Chen—struck simultaneously, unleashing terrifying attacks that surged toward Ding Qianqiu.
The entire process unfolded in the blink of an eye. Before the crowd could react to what had transpired, they realized Ding Qianqiu had been completely enveloped by the terrifying attacks.
A strong sense of crisis instantly enveloped Ding Qianqiu’s mind.
“You damn ants!”
Ding Qianqiu roared in anger. Boom! The next moment, his True Essence erupted completely. In order to achieve the fastest speed, his True Essence even ignited instantaneously, layers of terrifying radiance swirling around him, forming a complex black True Essence protective shield.
“Demon Light Armor!”
As the black armor formed, a smirk appeared on Ding Qianqiu's face. Just with these ants, they thought they could hurt him? Ridiculous.
Boom!
Amidst the cold laugh, Blood Hand King’s attack struck Ding Qianqiu first. Strands of blood-colored flowing light continuously impacted against Ding Qianqiu’s black armor, but they were blocked layer by layer, unable to inflict any effective damage.
Even after being ambushed, Ding Qianqiu was still a pinnacle seventh level third stage Martial King, a giant in his own right.
Blood Hand King had just broken through to the mid-seventh level; no matter how strong he was, how could he inflict harm on Ding Qianqiu when he was prepared?
“Blood Hand King, today I will certainly kill you.”
A chilling voice emerged. Ding Qianqiu did not attack Blood Hand King; instead, he swiftly raised his hand, sending his black palm crashing toward Qin Chen's Fan Tian Seal, a domineering and extravagant posture.
In his eyes, although the Fan Tian Seal summoned by Qin Chen had incredible might, it was merely executed by a freshly advanced seventh level initial stage Martial King. How much power could it have?
But when his True Essence palm collided with the Fan Tian Seal, Ding Qianqiu's expression changed drastically.
Pfft!
The black seal, imbued with the power to suppress all, was like a mountain, directly shattering Ding Qianqiu's True Essence giant hand. A terrifying force instantaneously surged in, almost shattering Ding Qianqiu's five fingers.
“Primordial Palm!”
Ding Qianqiu shouted in anger, the aura on his five fingers skyrocketing. Boom! It was as if five beams of light shot out, soaring into the sky. In an instant, the power in Ding Qianqiu's palm surged, crushing that massive mountain away.
However, there was no hint of disappointment on Qin Chen's face. His gaze was cold and indifferent, as if he had expected this outcome. Two terrifying spiritual forces surged out instantly.
Spiritual Storm!
Illusionary Prison!
Buzz!
The invisible force invaded Ding Qianqiu's mind. Ding Qianqiu felt a wave of dizziness, a sense of drowsiness enveloping him.