Jiang Chen suddenly pulled his sword back when it was time. The cyclone changed into a giant blade, striking Meng Ding.
With a bang, all the trees nearby were bent down by the wind. The closest ones were even blown away.
Not only those of the Bloody Hand Gang and the Fiery Lion Gang, but also those of the Jiang Mansion were lying on the ground, screaming.
Meng Ding died, totally shattering. Only his giant sword, which fell onto the ground, was still recognizable.
"I'll melt the giant sword and forge it into a sheath," Jiang Chen thought unconsciously. Suddenly he felt very empty, since his genuine yuan had been used up.
Thank goodness for the holy pulse, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to exert that movement. The more my holy pulse recovers, the more powerful that movement will be.
"This unique movement is a free ride," the Redcloud Sword commented on his movement.
"Why?"