The more Blood Blade and the other three fought, the more alarmed they became. All four of them were late-stage Spirit Roaming Realm cultivators who had cultivated for thousands of years, yet four against one and they still could not take down a mere brat. Worse, Fang Mo only grew fiercer the longer he fought, and they were beginning to find it unbearable.
Damn it, this was truly damned!
The same thought arose in all four of their hearts. They simply could not believe Fang Mo could be this strong.
By now, retreat had entered their minds. They had even used their Golden Dharma Bodies and still could not defeat Fang Mo. If they kept fighting, they would have to risk their lives.
Moreover, too much time had passed. Once Tianli Sect's reinforcements arrived, they would be in trouble. Yet the four of them felt intense unwillingness, Blood Blade especially.
"What are you waiting for? Bring out your trump cards, or we'll lose all our face here today!" Blood Blade gritted his teeth as he transmitted to the other three. "Four against one—if we can't kill him, how will we have any face left to walk the world?"
"Then let's stake it all. We have to kill this brat today!"
Killing intent burst from True Lord Radiant Light's eyes.
"If I do not kill this child, my Dao heart will be unsettled!"
True Lord Wind Wing's face darkened, his eyes filled with humiliation and fury. Being driven to such a state by a junior truly enraged him.
"Then do it!"
Dark Pupil shouted sharply. Boundless netherworld energy surged forth, and his Golden Dharma Body turned black, black flames burning all over it as though he had transformed into a demon god.
"Dark Pupil Soul Snatch!"
The vertical eye between his