Although the high-quality divine kitchen knife in Han Fei's hand was broken, his body was full of cracks, and blood was flowing out. But he had won in this blow.
Perhaps it had something to do with Senior Brother Azure Dragon's demonstration just now. Han Fei didn't know if others could see it clearly, but he could. The momentum of his spear was the strongest Han Fei had ever seen in his life.
The moment he saw the spear, Han Fei knew that he had won. It was unreasonably powerful.
At this moment, Han Fei was a little weak and exhausted after taking the blow that was comparable to a Monarch's strike. His meridians were swollen and painful, and his flesh and blood were even showing signs of collapse.
Han Fei hurriedly stuffed a mass of healing divine light into himself, then picked up Zhao Qinglong's two black-gold long knives, and then grabbed at the void with his hand. A large amount of divine light bloomed, recombining Zhao Qinglong's exploded body.
