"Boom… boom…" Two even more explosive sounds came from overhead. Suo Qiaoye did not witness Ning Cheng being crushed into flesh, what he saw was a long spear flickering with lightning, once again blocking two huge chess pieces that resembled mountains. Just as he had started to realize that Ning Cheng hadn't been using his full strength before, a fist came thundering towards him, or more precisely, a fist with a fierce axe's murderous intent came blasting at him.
Ning Cheng felt somewhat helpless, his thirty-six Taixu Zhenmo Axes had been destroyed; otherwise, with his current cultivation, he could have set up a Rage Axe Formation.
