At this moment, all he wanted was to escape the Soul Fighting Arena through the ground. But the arena was sealed off, both above and below. There was no way out. If this continued, he would surely die.
He had thought he was not afraid of death, but when someone truly faced it, fear took hold of him.
He wanted to live, even if only for one more minute.
"He's five meters underground." Hu Liena moved closer to Lu Leng and pointed at a spot.
"Leave it to me."
A cold smile touched Lu Leng's lips. He flashed above Huang Dadao at lightning speed, his purple soul ring shining as Drawing Sword Slash came crashing down.
"Boom!"
Carrying Qian Jun's immense force, Zhan Luo blasted a massive crater into the ground. A deafening rumble erupted as dirt flew everywhere and dust billowed up, obscuring the view within.
After that strike, Lu Leng flashed again and returned to Hu Liena's side. "You can finish off the remaining one."
"No need. Killing him now would be letting him off too easily. Leave him like this." Hu Liena glanced coldly at the half-dead Huang Caihua.
Soon, the dust settled, revealing Huang Dadao at the bottom of the pit. When the audience saw him clearly, they all gasped. Without any soul power defense, Huang Dadao had been smashed into a pulp by Lu Leng's single strike, mixed together with the dirt. Not even an intact piece of him could be found.
The sight made their expressions shift, their eyes filled with horror. They were deeply shaken by Lu Leng's terrifying strength.
"We thought this would be a slaughtering performance by the Flower Picking Duo, but who would have expected Cold Fox Legend to have been hiding their strength all along? Their terrifying and formidable