"Send me on my way? Me?"
Jiang Lingfeng pointed at his own nose, then burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahaha..."
"Send me to my death? With that ruined Tang Blade in your hand?"
Facing his enemy's mockery, Zhou Yue casually tossed his purple Tang Blade, its durability completely depleted, onto the ground.
Then he rummaged through the Soul Mound beside him, pulled out a white Tang Blade, and gave it a few practice swings.
The cultivators behind him stared, dumbfounded.
What difference was there between the power of a white Tang Blade and a purple one with a rolled edge?
Besides, the biggest problem now was that Zhou Yue could not break through his opponent's defenses at all!
Every attack ended in a Deflect!
Zhou Yue raised his head toward the lightning-churned sky, cupped his fists, and smiled. "Thank you, Senior!"
While everyone was still baffled, Zhou Yue settled into a horse stance, ready to fight again.
The Fire Man's ultimate was still active, and the flames on Zhou Yue's body burned ever fiercer, as though alive.
Suddenly,
Zhou Yue's clothes turned into black-and-red armor, and the phantom images of two dark dragon horns sprouted from his forehead.
As the flames danced, his hair turned a blazing crimson.
He looked like a dragon god cloaked in fire.
Elsewhere.
Below Tianren River Valley.
Du Cheng controlled the giant runic hand, keeping Li Moran clenched tightly in its palm.
He had tried crushing her outright, but unfortunately, the Illusion Realm's rules placed strict restrictions on the giant Buddha's attacks.
He had only two options:
Smash his opponent into the ground, or throw her away.
Rather than the former, Du Cheng chose the latter, which would leave his opponent even more helpless and despairing.
"Little girl... go repent in the Dark Zone!