"Shut up!" Lian Shouzhong suddenly roared, cutting off the captain.
The instant blood splashed onto the Diamond Crystal Armor, Lian Shouzhong's Martial Soul bloomed with an eerie red light, and his aura actually began climbing step by step—this was precisely the Lian Clan's secret art, using vital blood as the catalyst to exchange for a massive, short-lived surge in strength.
This was a move for staking one's life.
("They've gone mad! They've all gone mad!" The commentator frantically slapped the Soul Guide Communicator and cried out in alarm, "Stretcher team! Stretcher team, get ready! This fight has already gone beyond an accident! The referee is watching them too...")
Lian Shouzhong swung his left hand fiercely, knocking the Soul Breaking Spear aside.
"Careful!" Du Qingling blurted out.
But it was already too late. Lian Shouzhong seized that fleeting opening, his Black Soul Ring suddenly rippling outward, and with his right hand gripping the Diamond Heavy Sword formed by his Fifth Soul Skill, he brought it chopping down with the force of ten thousand jun, like Mount Tai crushing down from above.
It had been taken from the Ten Thousand Year Crystal Radiant Beetle King and possessed an enormous amplifying effect on energy.
Caught off guard, Yang Yanyu was sent flying together with his spear and crashed heavily to the ground.
"Yanyu!" Zhong Weifeng's eyes nearly split with rage. The Mystic Yellow Bell abruptly expanded several times over and came suppressing down from midair like a small mountain.
Lian Shouzhong laughed wildly and actually met the bell face with his chest. The diamond armor collided with the ancient bell, producing an ear-piercing, swelling roar.
Zhong Weifeng could not help being shaken back more than a dozen steps. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared fixedly at Lian