"Explode!"
At that critical moment, Yan Chihuo bit his tongue. The zhen Qi inside his body was like an explosion of a volcano. He shot out while carrying that intense blade intent. It was like he was trying to block out Ye Chen’s fatal sword attack with his zhen Qi’s exploding power.
Shoo!
The Star Scar Sword was slowed down a bit, but it still stabbed in. The sword light pointed right at the chest of Yan Chihuo.
"Break it for me!"
After gaining a bit of time, Yan Chihuo did not have the time to think and threw out lava-like burning iron fist onto that sword light.
