"How come it's fire-type?" Chiwen had just seen the other party easily break his water tornado, so he assumed that the other party was also a water-type cultivator.
However, the intense heat couldn't harm him at all. Under the protection of the trident, the flames couldn't even get within a foot of him.
Just then, Zuan swung his flaming longsword and unleashed a powerful cleaving strike.
Chiwen sneered, "Let me show you the power of celestial weapons!"
He raised his trident and charged forward. As he moved, the space around the trident seemed to collapse, and the light became extremely distorted.
The trident formed a cone of blue light in front of him, with a strange crimson color mixed in the middle, exuding an extremely fierce killing intent.
With a deafening roar, the flaming blade, tens of meters long, was shattered to pieces.
A sinister smile flashed across Chiwen's face: "How can weapons formed from elemental power possibly contend with celestial weapons..."
He was speaking when his smile suddenly froze, because a fist the size of a sand bowl appeared in front of him.
Bang!
He punched him squarely in the nose, and in that instant, tears mixed with blood flew everywhere.
Zaun conceived this plan the moment he saw the trident; the Tai'a sword was cracked, and he dared not risk taking it out.
Other weapons are simply too disadvantageous against the long-handled trident.
So he used the Flaming Blade as a decoy, firstly to dispel the trident's protective killing intent, and secondly to use the firelight that filled the sky to confuse Chiwen's vision when it was dispersed, and then used the strong wind to teleport in front of him.
Chiwen screamed and hurriedly tried to distance himself from his opponent, but Zu'an gave him no chance and straddled him, raining down punches.
Bang bang bang!
Each punch seemed to carry the power of a mountain. Even though Chiwen was a grandmaster and had the physical strength of a dragon, he couldn't withstand such a fierce attack.
At first, he was still there cursing and threatening, but the more fiercely he cursed, the harder Zuan's fists hit.
Later on, he dared not be arrogant anymore and kept begging for mercy. Eventually, he didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy anymore and just groaned, as if he was about to die at any moment.
Seeing from afar that his face was smashed to pieces and even one of his horns was broken off, Tu Shanyu opened her mouth. After all, Chiwen was the ninth prince of the dragon clan. If he died here, the powerful Dragon King would never let it go. At that time, Qingqiu Kingdom would probably face annihilation.
However, Zuan was only trying to save them, so he couldn't say anything now.
Just then, a cold sigh suddenly came from afar: "Could you please let him go for my sake?"
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This heatwave forced everyone... never expected it to trigger sensitive words.
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