"Don't kill me! Everything can be discussed, everything can be negotiated!"
Blocked by the Xuanyuan Sword Intent, Wu Zisheng had had no time at all to save Miao Wanhua. He could only watch helplessly as Miao Wanhua was slain.
Ao Bozhong was now no different from dead. No one could help him, even if Wu Zisheng had not been injured and all his strength remained at its peak.
But what difference would that make? Ao Bozhong and Miao Wanhua had both been at their peak, yet the opponent had killed them with a single sword strike.
"We'll talk later!"
The Qian Yuan Sword turned, and Chen Fei thrust it toward Wu Zisheng.
Hearing Chen Fei's words, Wu Zisheng felt as though he had fallen into an icy abyss.
Before coming here, all they had considered was how to prevent the other party from escaping through teleportation. They had bought a Formation Disk, discussed battle tactics, and planned how to suppress the other party's space step by step.
Looking back now, it was utterly laughable.
Now that he had discovered he was no match, he wanted to flee. But the other party possessed the innate talent of teleportation—how could he possibly escape?
Even if he Burned Divine Soul, he still could not outrun teleportation. In the end, he would still be killed.
"No, there's a chance. There must be a chance!"
Terror and panic churned within Wu Zisheng, yet he continually forced himself to calm down. Having cultivated for several centuries, Wu Zisheng had faced countless dangers of every size. Naturally, he understood that panic was useless.
Only by staying calm could he ultimately devise a strategy for survival.
"Defend. Don't let him borrow force! Burn the origin of the spirit treasure and block the sword intent's impact! Three hundred li