Chapter 402

Without any further nonsense.

Hong Xixiang slashed out with his sword.

A giant sword energy appeared.

With fierce momentum.

It struck straight down.

Surrounded by heavenly thunder.

As if to destroy the world.

Wang Xianzhi held up the sky with one hand.

The giant behind him performed the same action.

Suddenly raising its right hand.

Directly pressing down on that sword energy.

But the surging heavenly thunder.

Meant the giant did not hold out for long.

Before it knelt on one knee.

Blood seeped from the corner of Wang Xianzhi's mouth.

His right leg was also forced to kneel.

Subsequently, he switched from one hand to both hands.

Hong Xixiang made a sword finger gesture.

Softly uttering one word.

"Fall!"

The sword energy instantly became incomparably violent.

The giant's phantom shattered layer by layer.

Wang Xianzhi held his hands high.

Roaring loudly.

The ground beneath him.

Cracked in waves.

But in the end, it still could not block the onslaught of the sword energy.

The clothes on Wang Xianzhi's arms were completely torn.

Both hands hung down powerlessly.

Blood slowly seeped from within his body.

Clearly, he had reached his limit.

Hong Xixiang's expression was icy.

He said indifferently: "A mere mortal, overestimating your own strength!

Retreat now, and you may still linger on and preserve your life.

Get lost!"

Wang Xianzhi suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter was like rolling thunder.

Continuous and unending.

"I, Wang Xianzhi, have roamed the Jianghu for sixty years.

Never having met an opponent.

What I relied on was a spirit that would never fall.

Though I am defeated today.

My spirit still remains.

How could there be any talk of lingering on?"

As the words fell.

The red flow of energy around Wang Xianzhi appeared once more.

That giant phantom reappeared behind him.

Only, compared to before.

It was much fainter.

Yet Wang Xianzhi still rushed toward Hong Xixiang.

The immortal in the sky sighed softly.

A sword energy appeared once again.