The jagged block of blue rock salt whistled through the red storm at faster-than-sound speed.
Its braided human-sinew cord snapped against the howling gale with the crack of a thunderbolt. As it flew, the weeping black Nether-oil coating the salt ignited in the freezing air, trailing a streamer of smoky, negative-thirty-degree black frost.
The blow targeted the side of Lu Chen’s neck.
An ordinary True Martial expert would have ducked. He allowed the whistling projectile to pass over their skull.
Lu Chen kept his feet planted firmly.
He stood planted in the red sand, his iron-shod boots anchored two inches deep, his torso angled slightly to receive the vector of incoming striking force.
DONGGGGGG!
The crash sounded like a cathedral bell struck by a twenty-ton battering ram.
