Zhang Lianshan never expected that the Mountain Shattering Technique, which had just cleaved a mountain peak, would bounce back when it struck down.
It was utterly absurd.
Watching a sword slash down from above, even before the sword's edge reached him, the endless waves of Qi were already pressing down, causing his body to sink, and the Red Lightning Treasure Steed beneath him to tremble, almost kneeling.
Zhang Lianshan screamed hoarsely, no longer wanting to wield his blade to kill.
But he still held onto his sword with both hands, raising it sharply to block.
[Mountain Shattering Technique]
"Clang..."
Every kind of sound—clappers, drums, gongs—exploded simultaneously in his ears.
Zhang Lianshan only felt his muscles and bones wail weakly, as if countless cracks had opened, his palm splitting, his elbow joint dislocated, with bone splinters poking out.
His mind went blank, and at that moment, his thoughts seemed to pause.
His whole body felt light and airy.
