Taoism Principle crashed, wills collided, blood and bones splattered as the two fought to madness.
Both were pouring all their strength into it, holding nothing back.
Bang!
Another thunderous roar as if the heavens and earth were opening.
The two figures staggered apart, standing on opposite sides of the Chaos.
At this moment, both Liang Hui and the Celestial Race Emperor were in terrible states.
One wielded a Broken Sword, his right side riddled with several wounds, golden blood flowing out and staining the tattered banners.
The other was soaked in silver blood, half his head missing, and his left leg nowhere to be seen, his torso covered in slash marks.
"Truly exhilarating!!"
Liang Hui laughed heartily, his Broken Sword resonating as if in response to his words.
"Indeed refreshing, Realm of Kings, to come this far, you are the only one I've encountered among the countless beings."
The Celestial Race Emperor, while healing his wounds, spoke up.
