The Ice Peashooter slowly fell, another soul claimed by Lu Ze's sword.
That devastating assault had been completely defused.
"Are... are they all dead?"
Zhou Yue's mouth fell open in disbelief.
The fight just now had been far too intense.
Zhou Yue and the other three had barely dared to breathe, afraid they would disrupt White Curtain's moves.
"All dead."
Lu Ze grinned and tilted his head.
"Couldn't help it. They were too weak to last until you respawned."
"..."
Zhou Yue was speechless.
He had seen people show off, but never like this.
When Zhou Yue had asked whether he could hold out until they respawned, was that what he had meant by "hold out"?
Still, there was no denying White Curtain was incredible. One dazzling move after another had set Zhou Yue's heart racing.
"Words can't express my thanks... If you ever have the chance to visit the Spirit Cloud Sect, Brother Bai, I'll welcome you with the utmost respect!"
Freshly revived at the fountain, Zhou Yue hurriedly cupped his fists to Lu Ze, his voice utterly sincere.
"No need for that."
Lu Ze waved a hand, then an idea struck him.
"If you really want to thank me, Brother Zhou, why not draw for one of the new immortal-grade Skins?"
"You like it, Brother Bai? Then I'll gift you—"
"No, I mean draw one for yourself."
"Huh?"
"I think the Blind Monk's Dragon Soverign Skin would suit you perfectly, Brother Zhou. I'd love to see it."
"Hahaha! I'll draw for it as soon as this match is over!"
Praise from White Curtain had Zhou Yue floating on air.
He had completely forgotten how, not long ago, he had spent thousands of Spirit Stones to hit the Big Guarantee for Zhuge Kongming, then furiously declared he would never