Though Su Chen was proud, he was not conceited. Even a lion would use all of its strength to hunt a rabbit, let alone an opponent that was not a rabbit at all.
He had already vaguely discerned the extent of Pang Kun's strength.
Boom!!!
As soon as the Heavy Divine Sword was swept out, the air on the second level started to disappear inch by inch. In a mere thousandth of a breath, it felt as though all the air on the entire second level had been sucked away.
Hiss hiss...
The entire Chasing Moon Pavilion trembled, resonated, and roared as if it could not withstand the breath of the Heavy Divine Sword.
Pang Kun's expression turned indescribably grave. When the Heavy Divine Sword moved, he could distinctly feel those majestic forces, ancient and vast as the seas themselves.
Even if he did not want to admit it, the fact was that he felt the aura of death.
