Le Zheng’s right arm had been cut off. He frantically dodged, only to fall into the dirt with a muffled grunt. 

Wang Chundu’s eyes suddenly widened. He stood there, dazed and rooted to the spot.

One fist had shattered Xuan Youlong’s ultimate dual-sword killing technique, leaving him heavily injured and coughing up blood. 

One sword had broken through Le Zheng’s Rain of Blood Slaughtering Demonic Spear and severed his right arm. 

Overpowering!

Simply overpowering!

Who would dare imagine that a youth in the Qi Accumulation Realm could possess such shocking power?

Wang Chundu was an experienced Xiantian Martial Ancestor, but he couldn’t stop waves of shock from rising within his heart. 

It was worth knowing that within the Great Zhou, both Xuan Youlong and Le Zheng were rare experts among Grandmasters.

The former possessed sword arts that stood above the masses, and he was vice palace master of Luyang Academy. 

The latter was one of the Great Zhou’s non-Zhou marquises, a man whose military record shook the entire nation!

Never mind ordinary martial artists; even the vast majority of Grandmasters were far from being a match for either of them. 

Yet now, after just one attack, a youth in the Qi Accumulation Realm...