The Killing Sword of the Hunyuan Sword surged with a chilling aura, its cold light flickering.
Sounds akin to hammering iron resounded between Heaven and Earth as Chen Nan's Thunderbolt Hand struck out ceaselessly, causing Yuan Lin's figure to tremble violently in the distance, his spirit sustaining damage.
However, due to the formidable attack power of the Hunyuan Sword, the hand with which Chen Nan grasped the blade kept bleeding profusely, the wound being sliced deeper and deeper.
If this continued for much longer, there was a real risk that his entire hand would be severed.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Chen Nan sped up his attacks, and with each strike of his purple-golden palm against the sword's flank, boundless Martial Power sought to penetrate through the body of the sword and shatter Yuan Lin's spiritual imprint bit by bit.
After nine consecutive strikes of the Thunderbolt Hand, half of Yuan Lin's spiritual imprint had been shattered.
"Kill for me!"