Sanchuan cast his Hell Iceberg again in order to stop the incoming hammer. Three icebergs towered in the sky, but they were easily shattered by the hammer.

Nothing could resist this Heaven Punishing Hammer.

“Boom!” A trail of blood ran down Sanchuan’s fair arm. His body sank into the ground as if he was being buried alive.

This hammer was too powerful. With the Minor Change Art, one could borrow a sliver of this legendary forbidden weapon for their own use. Techniques from heavenly scriptures were not necessarily a match for it.

Feng Feiyun had learned five percent of the Minor Change Art and could use two different techniques. The Heaven Punishing Hammer was one of them. A forbidden weapon from the old era was unstoppable. Even a mere shadow of it could break all the laws in this world.

Lu Sanchuan jumped out of the mud and took out his white daoist robe. It spun around in the sky with white, snakeskin patterns...