Whoosh!!
The Ghost Head Greatsword cut through the air, emitting a thunderous roar!
In an instant, Qin Zheng's silhouette arrived in front of Monk Wuchang, and the cold, gleaming blade mercilessly descended!
The slash carried with it a colossal force and was also enshrouded with surging malevolence!
This strike had surpassed the boundaries of the first realm and the fourth major threshold of Martial Arts!
Qin Zheng struck in anger, holding nothing back!
Monk Wuchang had no chance to dodge and had to brace himself to take the hit head-on.
Boom!!
Immediately after, like a punching bag, he was sent flying backward, crashing through the freshly-built temple walls.
The mud bricks collapsed, and dust billowed everywhere.
Fortunately, this place was secluded, with no villagers in sight, so the tremendous noise did not attract any attention.