Peerless Beneath True Immortals

Yun Bochuan heard his wild words, and his expression grew uglier. His cultivation realm was a level higher, yet he had still lost. What had all those years of bitter training been for?

At the thought, he nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

For no reason, Zheng Guang's taunt came back to him: "Blame your own poor training. You've wasted your years and fed your youth to the dogs."

"Zheng Guang!" Yun Bochuan ground his teeth. This opponent was hateful beyond belief. He could neither think about him nor put him out of mind without that taunt coming back to bite him.

An Luo's silver hair was stained with blood, and her white robe hung in tatters, exposing broad swaths of snow-white skin along her curving figure.

Of the six pairs of golden wings on her back, those on one side had been ripped out by the roots. Blood soaked half her body. She looked wretched, like an angel with broken wings.

Her face was stricken as she crossed her arms over her chest to defend herself.

In truth, she had lost the will to fight and wanted nothing more than to flee at once. But with her divine wings broken, she could no longer fly.

Zhao Jianghe and Fu Qing were deathly pale. They could scarcely believe what they were seeing.

They had begun this battle with every advantage. How had it come to this?

They had received a secret report detailing Dayi's true combat strength. During the bloody battle at the Sunset Glow Sect, he had swung his saber more than three hundred times before killing Sect Master Lin Heng and the deputy master of the Slaying Immortals Tower.

They had assessed him carefully. With four great sects joining forces, they should have been able to crush