All the Kunlun disciples on Fourth Ring Island were drawn to the strange sight of countless beads of blood rising into the air. But Qing Liujian and the Sword Division disciples on First Ring Island had no time to judge what had happened. The instant the forty-odd red-robed men at the rear fell, dozens of red flames tore through the air with piercing shrieks, directly blasting through five of the dozen or so Sword Division disciples on the left who had initially drawn the red-robed men's attention.
The dozens of red flames smashed those five Sword Division disciples heavily into the ground, making the earth tremble faintly.
This sudden clash inevitably caused losses among the Sword Division disciples in a single exchange, but Qing Liujian's eyelid merely twitched. As a denser, colder killing intent flashed through his eyes, a mass of dazzling lightning in his hand formed into a semicircular arc, then instantly became a brilliant lightning spear.
Just as the countless beads of blood rose into the sky, the blazing lightning spear thrust from Qing Liujian's hand. With a single strike, it violently pierced through several intercepting spells, punched through the chest of the foremost red-robed man in the enemy formation—the one who had just unleashed those dozens of red flames—then picked him up and flung him away.
A red-robed man who had previously broken away from the group and infiltrated the halls on either side suddenly appeared to Qing Liujian's right. He held a pitch-black, shuttle-dart-like magic treasure aimed at Qing Liujian, but before he could activate it, the lightning spear in Qing Liujian's hand swept out in a huge semicircle and suddenly pierced through his forehead, blasting away half his head.
At the same time, Qing Liujian vanished from where he stood. The lightning spear in his