Zhao Yuangang was truly a seasoned expert in actual combat. At this critical juncture, relying on his keen insight, he perceived the fatal danger lunging straight at him. Gritting his teeth and enduring the piercing pain from his numerous wounds, the muscles in his arms bulging high, he mustered all his strength and crossed his axes in a lightning-fast motion before his chest, attempting to block the fierce sword strike.
With a muffled thud, Xuanyuan Chen's sword, charged with his full spiritual energy, was partially hindered by the axes, yet its momentum remained unabated. Like a venomous snake striking out, it pierced through the defense of the axes and drove deep into Zhao Yuangang's shoulder. In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing half of Zhao Yuangang's body crimson.
Suffering heavy trauma, Zhao Yuangang let out a succession of furious roars, his eyes instantly bloodshot. Disregarding his severe injuries, he brandished his dual axes and launched wave after wave of tempestuous, near-frantic attacks against Xuanyuan Chen. Every single move carried a desperate, do-or-die determination, as if he meant to utterly destroy everything before him.
Chapter 147