Pssh pssh pssh!0

The second the gigantic sword shattered, tiny explosions ripped through Chen Cang’s whole body and caused black blood to pour out of his wounds. Now, his body looked just as ugly and scarred as his face.0

“The ‘Innate Body Breaking Intangible Sword’, hmm?”0

Ye Qing withdrew his fist and side-eyed Chen Cang. “Seeing that your sword couldn’t even cut my fist, it looks like your mastery isn’t up to snuff yet.”0

“Cough! Cough… You think you’ve won, Ye Qing?” said Chen Cang between coughs as the cracks on his body kept curling up and growing larger and larger. The black blood leaking out of his wounds seemed alive as it scattered into countless wisps of sword qi as soon as it hit the ground, leaving behind various pits and marks.0

“Why do you think otherwise?” Ye Qing countered, “My punch is equal to three Sky Dragons. Are you telling me that you can take it?”0

“Cough… I admit that your strength...0