"Clang!"
The Blood Sword hovering above the Yanzi Clan's head let out a cry, the brilliant blood-colored sword light, seemed like it was tangible as it pierced through the void.
Li Changzhou's world-shattering strike was directly torn apart.
On his arms forming mudras, crimson blood flowed downward, the flesh was sliced open straight, splitting all the way to the shoulders, looking gruesome.
In the next moment, blood-colored divine chains drilled out from the flesh, linking together, closing the split flesh.
Swoosh!
The perfectly healed flesh split open again, an elusive blood-colored Light Sword traversing there, preventing the healing of the wound.
Blood continued to flow endlessly.
"People in the Divine Realm, I can kill sixty or seventy with a casual sword, you are the first to survive." The Yanzi Clan stood with hands behind his back.
This strike, enough to kill sixty or seventy strong in the Divine Realm, was merely a probe to him.
