"You're still not dead? What tenacious willpower! But this is where it ends!"
Zhao Mo roared, killing intent surging in his eyes. Without the slightest hesitation left, he struck out with a palm through the air, and a massive palm print crushed toward Jiang Bei to kill him.
At the same time, Zuo Peiyue attacked again as well, likewise smashing out a punch. A huge fist imprint came killing through the air!
"Jie jie jie!!"
Minggu Old Monster let out a cold laugh and raked his five fingers furiously down at Jiang Bei. A violent, sinister wind howled in, sweeping toward Jiang Bei to slaughter him.
The others had only just steadied themselves. Their old strength had not yet faded, and new strength had not yet arisen.
Because they knew that this strike from Zhao Mo, Zuo Peiyue, and Minggu Old Monster was enough to take Jiang Bei's life!
All they had to do was wait for the fight over the Will Heavenly Weapon afterward.
Only after Jiang Bei died would the true competition begin. They could not exhaust themselves too much!
"It's over! Jiang Bei is dead for sure this time!"
The distant cultivators all broke into a cold sweat for Jiang Bei, their hearts leaping into their throats.
Jiang Bei's expression changed drastically. He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.
Zhao Mo's palm print was right above his head.
Zuo Peiyue's fist imprint had also closed in before him.
Minggu Old Monster's sinister wind was sweeping in from all around him!
There was no escape!
"Jiang Bei!!!"
Just as despair rose in Jiang Bei's heart, a familiar shout suddenly came from the distance.
In the distant void, more than a thousand people were flying over in a grand, surging wave. At their head were Gu