The massive "Scripture" character shield formed by five hundred thirty-two small characters was shattered by the ferocious saber qi in an instant. Jiang Dali's tall and robust figure surged forward like a primordial beast, wielding a massive red saber akin to a door plank.
Fast!
Relentless!
Fierce!!
The invisible qi wall formed by the Purple Robe Scripture King was yet to consolidate before the ferocious saber cleaved it open ruthlessly, forcing him to raise the Zen stick immediately for defense.
"Clang!" Sparks flew!
The Purple Robe Scripture King's hands cracked at the tiger's mouth, forced back ten steps by the saber blow, with deep grooves etched into the ground by his legs. He felt the Zen stick vibrating intensely, as if about to fly out of his hand. This sudden terrifying force was almost enough to make the Zen stick fly away, prompting him to scream.
"This can't be possible!!"
"Nothing's impossible!"
