"Heh, you haven't even finished handling the matter, yet you're already thinking about the spoils." My expression darkened. How could Wei Shuang fail to see that, after being struck by the Super Great Dao Art, the White-Haired Fiend Child's strength had already fallen by a level?
If this had happened before, he naturally would have been helpless against the White-Haired Fiend Child, but things were different now.
"That's you, isn't it?" Wei Shuang snorted coldly as he launched continuous attacks at the Fiend Child. I refused to back down either. If I gave the Fiend Child an opening now, it would be too late for regrets, so Wei Shuang's actions could not sway my decision at all.
Even if he had ulterior motives.
But I had still underestimated one man's selfish desires. Seeing me surround the White-Haired Fiend Child and repeatedly stop him from swallowing the remaining scrolls, even deliberately aiming my attacks at his right hand, Wei Shuang realized that sooner or later I would hack off the Fiend Child's arm—or knock the remaining scrolls away from his mouth. Thus, amid my dense rain of sword strikes, he actually began intentionally batting my swords aside!
Bang!
The three of us fought fiercely, and even avoiding each other's sword techniques was exceedingly difficult. Much less in such a dense storm of blades—how could our swords possibly avoid crossing paths? When my sword locked with the Fiend Child's, the power brought by my many meridians made suppressing him no problem at all. But when Wei Shuang joined the attack, I had no way to force his sword back!
Thus, when dozens of swords blocked every avenue of escape, my sword inevitably crossed with Wei Shuang's. That blow knocked my sword aside and caused my attack to falter.
"You're asking to die?!"