"Of course, I'll kill you, you old coot!"
Wild Blade of the North King's Tyrant Blade in his hand grew increasingly fierce as it chopped directly onto Song Yurong's Primordial Spirit avatar.
"Bang..."
When the two forces collided, there was a violent explosion.
The resulting shock wave seemed to want to destroy the entire hall, and wherever it swept through, the white marble floor and the tables and chairs instantly turned into dust drifting in mid-air.
"Ahh..."
After Song Yurong was attacked, he let out a shrill scream, and his Primordial Spirit avatar behind him shattered instantly under the destruction of the blade light.
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.
It stained the front of his robe, and also the floor.
"Boom..."
He then collapsed heavily onto the ground with severe injuries.