Chapter Six Hundred Forty-Six
The blade of the Flame Blade cut into Qiu Zhen's skin on his neck, fine blood seeping out from the wound, which was instantly vaporized by the scorching heat of the Flame Blade.
Qiu Zhen's arms bulged like they were made of cast iron and steel.
His arms seemed to have completely turned to metal, shining with a cold silver glow, his palms tightly clamping onto Long Xiaoshan's Flame Blade, and no matter how hard Long Xiaoshan tried, he couldn't push it any further.
Qiu Zhen's body erupted with Gang Qi.
It was as if dragons were ascending and tigers were roaring.
With a sudden tiger's roar, he twisted his arms with force. Long Xiaoshan actually couldn't hold onto the Flame Blade; the long blade slipped from his grasp, tracing an arc through the air and then plummeting to the ground below the stage, thunking deep into the earth, leaving only the hilt exposed.
