The violent power was like a tide, continuous and unending. The soil and stones under the feet of the two of them crumbled, turning into dust. Tang Qingyun's body kept retreating, and as Lu Tianxing's violent and unparalleled attacks fell, Tang Qingyun felt as if his bones were making crackling sounds. Cracks appeared on the Xuantian Shield, ready to shatter at any time.
Tang Qingyun's face turned red, his expression filled with horror: "Impossible, impossible, you can't break the Xuantian Sword Shield, you can't possibly break the Xuantian Sword Shield."
"Nothing is impossible, Tang Qingyun. I've said before, killing you is as easy as pie. Now, it's time for you to set off."
