"Kill!"
Su Changkong's thought moved, and his Primordial Spirit was stimulated. The golden figure transformed into a blade shape, sharp yet concealed, and instantly burst forth, traversing the void at an almost unavoidable speed, and shot towards Miu Ming.
"Get out of the way!"
Miu Ming felt the threat, which made him dare not be careless. He let out a loud shout, and a huge palm fiercely struck out towards the golden blade.
"Bang!"
The void trembled fiercely, and Miu Ming's impregnable palm knocked the golden blade flying.
But Miu Ming grunted, feeling a pain that went straight to his soul. On his palm, there was a small wound.
This wound was less than a centimetre deep, just a minor flesh injury, but it was enough to make Miu Ming's scalp tingle!
"His Primordial Spirit... can injure me?"
A chill rose in Miu Ming's heart. Su Changkong's Primordial Spirit being able to injure him indicated a threat to his life!
