The fierce sword intent dispersed within the Scripture Pavilion, each resembling a rampaging flood dragon, exuding a ferocious and destructive aura.
The sword light on Li Chengfeng's shoulder slowly dissipated, transforming into scattered blood energy.
However, that terrifying power still lingered in his wounds, a ghastly and horrifying sight.
"This is impossible..."
Li Chengfeng looked up in horror, his gaze swept past the Husky and fell on the dimly lit secret chamber, as if trying to pierce through it.
Just one strike had shattered his power into pieces, even with the support of the Scripture Pavilion's prohibition array. In front of this person, it still appeared to be easily broken.
Endless waves surged in Li Chengfeng's heart, completely disregarding the injury on his shoulder.
He stared intently at the secret chamber, suddenly feeling a sense of deja vu.
"Li Junwei, you're too domineering when attacking a dog; you should be mindful of its master."
