"Chu Qingyun, I'll admit, your control over your Martial Soul is impeccable. It's better than anyone I've ever seen!"
"But when your Vine Martial Soul faces me, it's completely useless. So, just admit defeat!"
Zhang Yongliang stood across from Chu Qingyun and said in a cold voice.
Chu Qingyun was inwardly exasperated. 'Where does this guy, a mere Level Three Martial King, get off being so confident? He actually wants me to surrender.'
"If you want me to surrender, you'll have to show me what you've got. Talk is cheap," Chu Qingyun replied.
"Fine! Then take this!"
With a cold shout, Zhang Yongliang extended his arm and pressed down through the air toward Chu Qingyun.
In the air before him, Heaven and Earth Primordial Power converged into a massive hand of Primordial Power nearly three hundred meters long. It whistled downward, so vast it blotted out the sun as it descended upon Chu Qingyun.
The shadow it cast completely engulfed Chu Qingyun.
