"Kneel before me!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
The Xingtian Battle Axe slashed wildly, striking the black Demon Blade.
Crack!
It directly shattered the black Demon Blade, its momentum unwavering as it sliced toward Wu Qing's head.
"Hmph! You brat, I admit that your blood-red axe has some tricks! But to try and crush me, you're not qualified enough!" Wu Qing sneered.
"Rise!" With a stomp on the ground with one foot, the black armor on his body seemed to come alive.
Mysterious runes rolled out from the black armor.
Directly in front of Wu Qing, a black shield was formed.
"In front of my Black Demon Armor, don't talk about an axe—even an ancient divine weapon won't break it!" Wu Qing boasted arrogantly.
"I'm not only going to break your armor, I'm going to make you kneel!" Zhang Xiaohao said dismissively.
He crazily mobilized the Bloodline Power within him, concentrating it on the Xingtian Battle Axe, and slashed fiercely.
Sizzle!
