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Two of the three swords struck home, instantly carving two hideous wounds into the Purple Lightning Swift Tiger. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining its once glossy violet fur red.
The injuries it had suffered were not as severe as the Beacon Fire Iron Elephant's, not life-threatening, but they were absolutely not light.
It had already been at a disadvantage in its duel with Ximen Rongcheng, and now, with fresh wounds added on top, things had only grown worse. It had fallen into a desperate situation.
And Ximen Rongcheng, this powerful Titled Douluo, would never let such a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity slip by.
He raised the Karma Fire Demon Blade martial soul in his hand high. Red lotuses coiled around the blade, seeming not of the mortal world, as he unleashed the profound technique, Three Hellish Absolute Blades.
In an instant, it was as if wails from hell itself rang out between heaven and earth. Three fierce blade beams burst from the blade, carrying endless killing intent as they hacked viciously down at the Purple Lightning Swift Tiger.
This strike was judgment from hell, carrying irresistible power.
All these changes happened as swiftly as a white horse flashing past a crack, in the blink of an eye. From start to finish, only a short minute had passed, yet the entire battle had undergone an earth-shaking transformation, like a sand table swept by a gale.
The two mighty Saint Kings now looked like candles guttering in the wind, grievously wounded, their breaths faint, blood spread all over the ground.
Judging by the situation, it would not be long before this battle of Saint Kings at the foot of the mountain came to an end.
At this moment, Shen Luleng and the other two still