Chapter 112: Senior Martial Sister
Cold sea wind swept across craggy reefs, waves crashing to pieces beneath their feet with dull booming sounds.
Tu Gang's eyes were locked deadly on Chen Qing, as if he wanted to tear Chen Qing's flesh apart inch by inch.
"Little bastard!"
Every word from Tu Gang was soaked with bone-deep hatred, "I'm going to chop you into pieces and feed you to the fish, let you taste what it truly means to wish for death."
The instant the last word 'death' left his mouth, the reef beneath Tu Gang's feet exploded with a boom!
His entire body transformed into a blood-light tearing through the sea wind, the ghost-head broadsword bringing up a shrill, ear-piercing shriek. Before the blade arrived, that condensed, almost tangible bloody blade qi had already split the air, as if about to swallow Chen Qing whole.
The blade qi enveloped all directions, the reef ground plowed with deep furrows by the fierce wind!
Facing this momentum-shocking blade strike, Chen Qing's eyes remained calm as an ancient well or cold pond.
The Cold Flood Dragon Spear in his hand let out a low dragon's roar, the spear body instantly transforming into an iron gate spanning across mountains!