The stalemate lasted only a moment.
The internal injuries Xue Kuang had been forcefully suppressing erupted completely from this unreserved, head-on clash!
"SPURT!"
He couldn't stop himself from spraying a mist of blood. The strength in his arms gave out, and the Black Gold Halberd flew from his grasp!
Although the sword was knocked several inches off course, it continued its deadly thrust with undiminished momentum. Xue Kuang roared, desperately twisting his body to dodge.
"SCHLICK!"
The blade grazed his chest, plowing a terrifying gash so deep his bones were visible!
The sword traced a mystical arc through the air, completely clean of blood, and flew across the river as if possessing a Spiritual Energy of its own, landing perfectly back in Xu Hesui's scabbard.
Xu Hesui's pretty face paled slightly; clearly, that strike hadn't been as effortless as it looked.
