Boom!
A tremendous force emanated from Hong Yanlie's hands, causing Chu Ming to involuntarily step back a few paces, his red robe flapping fiercely.
But in an instant, his right foot stamped down hard, shattering the space beneath. The terrifying power blasted a pit about a hundred meters deep into the ground, causing the entire street to tremble continuously.
Whoosh!
"Floating Blood!"
Boom!
Once again, a blood-red sword aura burst forth from the Cold Light Sword, tearing through the void, approaching Hong Yanlie in an instant.
Hong Yanlie's eyes were filled with intense battle intent, with a faint golden gleam. His fire-red gloves embraced together, and a fiery red orb condensed in his hands, resembling a real sun.
Rumble!
"Flame Sun Sunset!"
Boom!
Hong Yanlie shouted explosively, the fiery red orb resembling a true setting sun, melting gold and iron, accompanied by a sound of tearing through the air, meeting the blood-red sword aura of Floating Blood.
Pfft!
Boom!
