At that moment, the tension in the valley of Phoenix Ridge had reached its peak.
Seeing that the Heavenly Divination Palace disciples would rather die than yield, the sharp-faced disciple from the Myriad Manifestations Pavilion cast aside all restraint and snorted.
"Everyone, attack together!"
"Take them down first!"
"Then we'll decide how to divide their Qi Luck Orbs!"
As he spoke, his sword flashed toward Lin Yang's chest.
The thrust was fast and vicious, its blade wrapped in a sharp layer of azure sword energy.
A piercing whistle tore through the air in its wake.
Lin Yang's face grew grave. Not daring to be careless, she summoned a Long Whip into her hand.
She flicked it, sending it coiling forward like a snake.
Clang!
Sword and whip collided, scattering sparks.
A powerful force surged through the whip. Lin Yang's arm went numb, and she stumbled back two steps.
Though the Myriad Manifestations Pavilion disciple was at the same cultivation level as her, he came from a Third-Tier Sect. His inherited techniques and combat experience clearly surpassed hers.
The difference was obvious from their first exchange.
"Heh!"
"The Heavenly Divination Palace? Is that all?"
"You sounded so defiant, I thought you'd be stronger!"
The sharp-faced disciple sneered and pressed forward without letting up his assault.
At the same time, disciples from the other sects swarmed in.
"Kill them!"
"Beat them down first, then take their Qi Luck Orbs!"
Dozens of figures pounced on the dozen or so Heavenly Divination Palace disciples like hungry wolves.
Zhao Kun roared and met them with his blade.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
Weapons clashed without pause, sending sparks flying everywhere.
Zhao Kun's cultivation was formidable, but he could not withstand so many opponents at once.
Before long, wounds covered his body.
As his attention shifted, an