Cheng Wei came at them in a fit of fury, riding the momentum of his attack. Every move was a desperate, life-or-death strike. How could he be holding back in the slightest?
The Bamboo Sword transformed into streaks of Emerald Sword Ray, wildly sweeping toward Gong Lu.
Gong Lu was forced to flee passively the entire time. Whenever he tried to launch an occasional counterattack, Cheng Wei immediately responded with even fiercer suppression.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The Bamboo Sword, hundreds of zhang long, struck the Mo Dao several times, unleashing earth-shaking, crisp clangs.
Gong Lu retreated while clumsily blocking dozens of strikes. At last, he exposed a serious opening.
A sharp glint flashed through Cheng Wei's eyes. Seizing that opening, he slashed toward Gong Lu.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
Seeing that there was nowhere to evade, Gong Lu's entire body erupted with golden light. He intended to rely on the Xuanyuan Desolate Body to withstand this strike.
But when Cheng Wei's seemingly weightless Bamboo Sword struck his body, Gong Lu realized just how childish his idea had been.
"Splurt!"
The Bamboo Sword unleashed a razor-sharp cutting force. The golden light covering Gong Lu's body shattered like dry weeds before a gale. He felt a chill in his right arm, and that enormous arm, hundreds of zhang long, was instantly severed.
After the arm was cut off, the Desolate God Power contained within it quickly began to disperse. The massive arm rapidly shrank, flying off to some unknown corner.
"I concede! I concede!" Gong Lu shouted.
He threw away the Mo Dao. With a rumbling crash, he dropped to both knees, immediately sinking two huge pits into the wasteland.
If he did not concede, his fate would likely be the same as Shang Long's—being slain by Cheng Wei.
Even after Gong Lu