The Blade warship attacked, and Jun Changxiao used the Uncollectible Blade. He had already entered a weakened state, so why could he still fight Xi Jingxuan?
Don't ask. If you ask, it was Old Man Taixuan.
Just kidding.
What allowed Jun Changxiao to stand up like a real man was the system's function for zeroing out the three values.
In fact, when Xi Jingxuan suddenly went dark and raised her sword to slash at him, if Gousheng had not reacted quickly, he would likely have been hacked into eight pieces by now.
Unfortunately, he did not have many Reputation Points in his pocket, while Contribution Points were as common as cabbages. Even if he emptied all three values to forcibly raise his combat strength, his power still had not returned to its peak. Otherwise, he would have knocked that woman to the ground with one punch long ago.
At this moment, Jian Guixu was the only one who could stop Xi Jingxuan from going berserk. Yet not only had he failed to help, his Sword Momentum had even been "borrowed" away. It truly added oil to the fire.
There was no choice.
Jun Changxiao could only put on an act.
He would use his own death to try to awaken the darkened Xi Jingxuan.
Such a trite plot was surprisingly effective.
When Jun Changxiao's hands drooped down and his head lowered, the last trace of consciousness still lingering within Xi Jingxuan suddenly struck back, successfully regaining control.
"Sect Master!"
Li Qingyang, Xiao Ziji, and the others howled with hearts torn apart.
Their performance was too realistic, too invested. The sorrow was rendered to the extreme—men fell silent upon hearing it, while women shed tears.
"You killed my worthy nephew!"
Gu Tianxing could no longer endure it. Energy gathered in his