Fortunately, when Zi Shang’s fist smashed at him, Duan Ling Tian, slightly eased up his grip on his spirit sword, otherwise, his entire arm would possibly be crippled.
A grade three spirit sword was capable of saying intact under Zi Shang’s strength, but his arm wasn’t.
Even if he possessed an extraordinary cultivation, his body was a body of flesh and blood, and he was utterly unable to compare to a spirit weapon.
Whoosh!
From the moment Duan Ling Tian struck out with his sword and was injured by Zi Shang, only an instant had passed, and the phenomenon of heaven and earth was slowly condensing into form in the sky as well.
The thirty plus ancient horned dragon silhouettes weren’t able to completely condense info form when Duan Ling Tian had already executed his movement technique, Whirlwind, to retreat towards the distance in a sorry state.
