A treacherous celestial decree suddenly burst from Meng Yun's mouth as he charged into battle.
"Bastard!"
Meng Yun's face darkened as he fell from midair, everything happened so suddenly and unexpectedly.
This kind of verbal magic was both a gimmick and an incredibly powerful Dao seed, something he absolutely detested.
The words from the old Daoist's mouth clearly held no strength, yet made him unable to resist.
Seizing the moment Meng Yun fell, the old Daoist wielded Xu Yue and smashed down fiercely.
Dazzling sword intent exploded, releasing a brilliant light, followed by two figures colliding swiftly.
The clash of spiritual power was like a thousand drums beating in unison, continuous rumbling echoed.
The ruins of the old city were battered and collapsed.
In the skies, the Fire Phoenix was engulfed by a sea of blood.
Mid-air, the two figures fought fiercely, shaking heaven and earth.
The sea below continuously flooded, spilling several miles beyond.
