Chapter 737: The Black Hand
The spear tip pierced into Zhang Xunguang's chest.
His eyes snapped wide open, those pupils reflecting Chen Qing's cold, severe face.
"You..."
Zhang Xunguang's lips trembled, only managing to utter this single word.
Then, that spear intent flooding into his body exploded violently.
His Spirit-Breaking force, specialized in countering the Primordial Spirit.
That pale golden force flooded along the spear tip into Zhang Xunguang's sea of will, transforming into hundreds upon thousands of invisible blades, shredding outward from deep within his Primordial Spirit.
Zhang Xunguang's Primordial Spirit did not even have time to flee his physical body before being forcibly shredded into fragments by that overwhelmingly domineering Spirit-Breaking force.
His body fell from the clouds.