Even though he knew Shen Zhui was intentionally provoking him, the short, dark-skinned martial artist couldn't help but display his anger, the horsewhip in his hand slicing through the sky like lightning.
"Swoosh~" The iron whip raised layers and layers of lingering images, the formidable power of heaven and earth manifesting, a sharply ominous aura radiating.
This Innate high-rank martial artist was a master of the very path of metal!
"Zhou Gang's unpredictable whip technique has progressed to the third style, Piercing Gold!"
"The path of metal, truly formidable."
"Indeed, in terms of offensive strength, practitioners of the path of metal surpass the other paths."
"Can sir really block this…"
The low murmurs of the crowd could be heard, none of them had ever witnessed Shen Zhui in combat, so they were all sweating for him.
Just as the whip shadow was about to reveal itself—
"Zzz~" A large expanse of purple light emanated from Shen Zhui.