The Heartbreak Soul-Shattering Spear—this was an exquisite spear technique Nangong Shang had derived from the Crying God Spear. Once unleashed, it truly possessed the might to shatter hearts and sever souls. In what seemed like an instant, the azure light arrived at Xuanyuan Yu's chest, having already cleaved through the armor protecting it…
This was the first time Nangong Shang had truly landed a blow on Xuanyuan Yu. Xuanyuan Yu retreated, pulling back fast, bolting backward…
In the span of a breath, he had moved back dozens of paces, finally evading the terrifying blue light. Yet, his forehead was slick with cold sweat. Had he been a moment slower, his body might have been sliced clean in half…
That azure light was truly dreadful, a move far beyond Nangong Shang’s normal capabilities, genuinely possessing the power to sever the soul. However, realizing he had survived this strike, a triumphant smile bloomed on Xuanyuan Yu’s face…
“Hahahaha, Nangong Shang, that spear thrust was indeed excellent, but…” Xuanyuan Yu only managed half his sentence before stopping. The reason was simple: he felt a stabbing, intense pain in his chest…
Looking down, not only was his armor cracked, but the clothes beneath had also been ripped apart. A wound, nearly half an inch deep and a foot long, raked across his chest, exposing glistening white flesh pulled apart on either side. Crimson blood flowed ceaselessly from the gash, quickly soaking the clothes and armor…
“I… I’m actually wounded?” Xuanyuan Yu stared at the long laceration in disbelief. He was certain he had dodged it; how could he be injured?
Nangong Shang, seeing that his Heartbreak Soul-Shattering Spear had failed to kill Xuanyuan Yu, felt a pang of regret. This was his strongest move yet. By using it, he had nearly exhausted all the True Essence in his body just to ignite the inherent energy within the Crying God Spear. Yet, now, he had only managed to gravely injure Xuanyuan Yu…
Was it truly impossible for him to kill this man?
A weariness crept into Nangong Shang's eyes. Had he joined the Shu Yun Kingdom only to seek vengeance? Now, with his enemy before him, the attack he had prepared for so long had failed to deliver death. This sense of crushing defeat threatened to overwhelm him…
“You actually wounded me. Good. Very good… very good…” Xuanyuan Yu slowly regained his composure, wiping a smear of blood from his chest onto his right hand, turning it crimson. He spoke the words through gritted teeth, his eyes locked onto Nangong Shang, wishing he could tear him limb from limb…
Nangong Shang said nothing more. At this moment, every bit of his True Qi was depleted. Forget facing a Great Grandmaster like Xuanyuan Yu; even an ordinary warrior could kill him now. Fortunately, Yi Ruoshui was nearby…
Still, even with Yi Ruoshui's strength, inflicting any meaningful damage on Xuanyuan Yu seemed unlikely, despite his severe injury… After all, he was a genuine Great Grandmaster…
All Nangong Shang could think of was how to buy time for Yi Ruoshui to escape safely. It was at this very moment that Nangong Shang’s eyes suddenly lit up, his gaze dropping directly toward Xuanyuan Yu’s lower groin…
Xuanyuan Yu blinked in confusion, looking down to see a pale fist smashing up from the earth toward him. Before he could process what was happening, the fist slammed brutally into his body…
A force of at least a hundred thousand jin struck his private area completely unprepared…
“Crack…” Faintly, a sound like a yolk breaking could be heard…
“Owww…” A cry of utter agony tore from Xuanyuan Yu’s throat. His entire body launched upwards over a hundred meters, clutching desperately at his private area…
The desolate wail was more desolate, more tragic, and more sorrowful than that of a wolf starving in the deep mountains for seven or eight days…
He was a Great Grandmaster, yes; his power was undeniable. But fundamentally, he was still a man. Any normal man struck so devastatingly in that area would fare no better…
Xuanyuan Yu had fought countless battles, sustaining countless wounds, big and small. Even when the gash was opened across his chest, he hadn't uttered a sound. But now, the sheer agony made his face turn ashen, tears welling in his eyes. When his body crashed back to the ground, his legs clamped shut as he continued to moan…
Never mind how acutely uncomfortable Xuanyuan Yu was; even Nangong Shang, witnessing his pathetic state, instinctively tightened his own legs, the muscles in his face twitching violently… As for Yi Ruoshui, she awkwardly turned her head away…
“Is this better?” Liang Xiaoke tunneled up from the ground with flamboyant arrogance, an evil grin plastered across his face…
“You… you… who are you?” Xuanyuan Yu had never imagined someone could remain completely hidden underground; even the most skilled assassins lacked such ability…
“I am your ancestor…” Liang Xiaoke licked his lips with a suggestive motion, his eyes fixed on the bright red blood seeping from Xuanyuan Yu’s chest, filled with blatant greed. A clear drop of saliva even hung from the corner of his mouth—that was the essence blood of a Great Grandmaster! If he could just absorb all the essence blood from this man, perhaps he could successfully break through to the Corpse King realm? Once he reached the Corpse King realm, he too could fly, and his power would increase by a hundredfold or more…
“You… you seek death…” Attacked so shamelessly by Liang Xiaoke, Xuanyuan Yu was already boiling with rage. Hearing such foul insults only stoked his fury higher. If not for the agonizing pain in his private area, he would have surely rushed forward to fight Liang Xiaoke to the death…
“I’ve been dead for untold years; where would I go to seek death?” Liang Xiaoke stated flatly, his white eyes rolling around in his sockets as he seemed to contemplate how to capture Xuanyuan Yu alive…
After all, if the man died, the powerful essence within him would dissipate, leaving behind only cold, lifeless blood…
Liang Xiaoke was stating a fact, but Xuanyuan Yu perceived it as mockery. His rage surged skyward. Ignoring the pain in his private area, he pushed his True Essence to its limit, repairing his injuries while charging toward Liang Xiaoke…
His Blood Soul Saber had been shattered into fragments by Nangong Shang. Having no weapon now, he launched a full-power punch toward Liang Xiaoke, the potent True Essence condensing into a white fist shadow that slammed violently toward Liang Xiaoke’s chest…
Liang Xiaoke sneered and flashed aside, narrowly evading the powerful blow. Just as he prepared to counterattack, he suddenly noticed a black dagger appearing in Xuanyuan Yu’s hand, stabbing directly into Liang Xiaoke’s heart with lightning speed…