BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
The Sword Light was sharp, shattering everything in its path.
One layer! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven!
In an instant, all seven layers of defense were obliterated.
A testament to the Sword Light's fearsome power.
But the Spirit Talisman's power was not infinite. After breaking through seven layers of defenses, the Sword Light was a spent force, its might greatly diminished.
When it struck at the eighth layer, Chen Sheng waved his hand, and the Sword Light instantly dissipated into nothingness.
"What?!"
Han Ming's eyes looked ready to pop, filled with utter disbelief.
The attack he had gone to such great lengths to conceal hadn't even touched the corner of Chen Sheng's robes?!
This Spirit Talisman was a hard-won, life-saving trump card. Its explosive power was nearly comparable to a strike from a mid-stage Golden Core expert.
He had thought that even if it couldn't kill Chen Sheng, it would at least be enough to severely injure him.
