"Stubborn and unyielding."
Chu Zheng coldly rebuked, facing Shan Han's desperate attack, he no longer held back. The Heavenly Fortune Power within him, which had already partly fused, surged, and behind him, a phantom of the reassembling sky seemed to appear.
He pointed his finger, with a breath of creation and termination flowing from his fingertip, as though dividing Yin and Yang, redefining order:
"Settle!"
Words followed by action, the surging decay and death energy suddenly halted.
Almost simultaneously, Sun-Eroding Cry moved again, like a crimson flash of lightning breaking through eternal darkness. His punch, carrying his life's Martial Arts Cultivation, struck the stream of light transformed by Shan Han.
Boom—
A deafening sound reverberated, accompanied by a chilling crack of bone.
