The Heaven-Devouring Blade swept across, the blade light and Sword Qi collided earth-shatteringly!
With a thunderous "boom," mountains crumbled and the ground split, dust rolling in waves.
Both were forced back dozens of meters by the powerful impact.
Zhang Beixing spat blood, his face turning pale.
Only then did he realize the terrifying strength of Heaven-Devouring, which far exceeded his imagination!
The strike he made earlier was with all his might.
Yet in front of the opponent, it was easily dismantled like a child's plaything.
In contrast, Heaven-Devouring appeared calm, showing no signs of fatigue.
"Kid, no matter how many tricks you have, before absolute strength, they're just child's play."
He laughed coldly, his eyes full of contempt.
"With your current cultivation, you're not my match at all. Surrender and die, and I'll give you a swift end!"
Before his words even faded, Heaven-Devouring raised his blade to attack again.
