Terror seized him. He shattered seven floor tiles as he retreated, but Xu Yunfan shadowed his every move. The third mace technique, the Star-Pointing Form, was already thrusting toward his brow.
At this life-or-death juncture, the True Blood General bit his tongue and spat out an arrow of blood.
His Protective Gang Qi, fueled by his burning Life Essence Blood, coalesced into a wolf's head, only to disintegrate the moment the mace's tip made contact.
As the Gilded Mace pierced his skull, the nine dragon patterns on it flared with incandescent light, searing the True Blood Aura leaking from his body into wisps of green smoke.
"Only three strikes."
Sensing the rapid drain on his Strength, Xu Yunfan flicked his wrist to cast the blood from his weapon. The Gilded Mace suddenly let out a sky-shaking dragon's roar.
The Divine Weapon had a spirit of its own. Seemingly unsatisfied, it guided his hand, compelling him to execute the fourth technique: the River-Flipping Form.
