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As a result, before I had finished chanting my spell, Du Jincheng had already blocked Yun Bingxin's Redcity Sword Sect. His crystal-iron hand seized the scarlet sword shadow formed from energy, and he flew upward step by step, his eyes glowing red. "Heh heh, interesting. A pseudo-Spirit Transformation cultivator isn't entirely weak, after all. Tenfold attribute power—an aptitude worthy of being called the Demon Race's finest. That's no empty boast! The Queen Mother of the West must have done some earth-shaking good deed in her previous life to take in a disciple like you!"
Yun Bingxin gripped her sword with both hands and hacked downward with all her might. But when she saw that Du Jincheng could actually seize the sword shadow with the strength of one hand, she was utterly stunned. Seeing that I was chanting my spell at incredible speed, however, she gritted her teeth and immediately increased her strength again, forcefully injecting it into the sword shadow in hopes of holding him off a little longer!
The astonishment in my heart defied description. Du Jincheng truly wasn't an ordinary demon. With the help of a single treasure, he had actually taken Yun Bingxin's spell head-on—a strike possessing the terrifying power to split anything in two with one sword!
Just as I accelerated my chanting, Yun Bingxin increased her strength, and Du Jincheng prepared to counterattack, Lan Ziyun suddenly charged at me from nearby with his sword in hand. He shouted angrily, "Xia Yitian, family vengeance comes before everything! The hatred of a brother's murder cannot coexist beneath the same sky! Today, you can't blame me for taking advantage of the situation!"
"You!" I snorted furiously, but all my power was currently focused on Qinghai Sword Chill. I could either give up and defend against Lan Ziyun,