This sword strike descended like the Milky Way from the Ninth Heaven, cutting downward with unstoppable momentum.
"Clang!"
Facing this fierce strike, Lu Tianxing's expression did not change at all. The Iron Blood Battle Halberd rose up, tracing a naturally sinister arc in the air, and collided forcefully with the longsword.
"Heavenly Cry Palm."
The Crying Face Envoy's face showed a strange smile. Wielding a sword in one hand and forming a palm with the other, True Qi swirled in his palm, and a harrowing cry emerged, echoing in the night, making one's hair stand on end.
"Bang!"
His palm penetrated the air and landed heavily on Lu Tianxing's chest.
"Pfft!"
Lu Tianxing's body shuddered as if struck by lightning. The Creation God Tripod emitted a terrible sound, cracks spreading across it, nearly shattering it to pieces.
