"Clang," a loud crash echoed as the sword and axe clashed. Zhang Po was sent flying backward, his head striking the mountainside, causing blood to splatter everywhere.
Forcing himself to endure the pain, Zhang Po stood up. Blood soaked through his clothes. The fact that a single strike had wounded him so severely was a testament to the formidable power of the Axeman clan's cultivation technique.
"Die, you ant!" The Axeman was surprised that Zhang Po managed to stand after being hit, but without pondering it, unleashed another deadly move. His three-meter-tall figure swept forward with a gust of wind, raising the giant axe to cleave Zhang Po's neck.
Struggling, Zhang Po raised his sword to block another attack, but his severe injuries left him unable to resist. The sword in his hand was instantly knocked away by the Axeman, and the giant axe slightly altered its trajectory, slicing into Zhang Po's chest.
