When Fang Qingyu stepped onto the stage to face Tu Qianshan, who wielded a blood-colored long blade and was surrounded by a dense, bloodthirsty aura, the result was already determined.
Tu Qianshan did not concede.
He roared, pushing his frenzied Sword Intent to the extreme; the dark red Qi Blood smoke akin to a boiling sea of blood, with the long blade in his hand transforming into a fierce bloody light tearing through the sky.
Carrying the crazed Will to cut everything, he slashed towards Fang Qingyu.
"Blood Prison·Soul Breaking Slash!"
Faced with this frenzied strike enough to strike fear into a normal Peak Martial Saint of the Third Tier.
Fang Qingyu didn't even move his feet.
He simply and calmly raised his right hand, spreading his fingers, towards the impending bloody blade light.
Crack—!!!
