Rotating like a spinning top, Tang San's hammer blows were heavier than the last, unleashing terrifying power in a continuous barrage of attacks. In just moments, he had already hammered the Lion Tiger Sword Saint more than twenty times.
The Lion Tiger Sword Saint was forced to retreat step by step, unable to resist the increasingly powerful strikes. What horrified it even more was the fact that it could barely hold on to its heavy sword. Despite constantly pouring bloodline power into it, the sword became hotter and hotter. It was no longer golden, but a red-gold color, and the high temperature was so intense that even the palm of its hand began to smell scorched.
