"Your name is well chosen."
Zhou Ping'an sneered, watching the ferocious offensive of the opposing Tiji Commander Fu Dongliu, as he casually flicked his hand.
Suddenly, a violent and brutal aura surged from his body.
As soon as this murderous intent appeared,
Fu Dongliu's crimson scorpion-like Evil Qi, as if encountering a natural enemy, wailed and immediately dissipated into strands of red smoke.
He hadn't even reacted yet,
when he saw a finger already flicking onto the tip of his spear.
The Hundred Refined Fine Steel spear, with a crash, was knocked back, an overwhelming Tremendous Strength surging forth.
At first contact, Fu Dongliu's hands gripping the spear shattered into dust, as he helplessly watched the dark steel handle of the spear crash into his chest.
Shattering his internal organs.
He opened his mouth wide, attempting to breathe in, but couldn't draw in a single breath; all around him, it seemed as though a vacuum had formed.
