Crash!

Crash!

"Wanyan Hong Lie, have you ever been buried alive?"

Wanyan Hong Lie froze at the question, just about to speak.

Then, a sound that made his heart leap into his throat suddenly came from one wall of the secret chamber.

Crack!

The sound was not particularly loud, but it made Wanyan Hong Lie's heart tremble.

He turned his head in horror and saw a distinct crack on the wall, about three feet long. It rapidly spread in every direction, growing faster and faster!

The first crack was immediately followed by a second, then a third...

Crack! Crack! Crack!...

As more and more cracks appeared in the stone wall, Wanyan Hong Lie finally panicked.

He immediately stopped paying attention to Ye Weiming, turned, and rushed toward the exit of the secret chamber.

If he escaped now, there might still be time!

But Ye Weiming had gone to great lengths to deduce the weak point of this artificial hill. He had even used Heavenly Demon Disintegration to sever the mountain. How could he possibly allow Wanyan Hong Lie to leave so easily?

What had he swallowed that Wisdom Fruit for earlier?

Wasn't it precisely to make sure Wanyan Hong Lie could not escape?

Having long anticipated that Wanyan Hong Lie would flee, Ye Weiming had already stepped forward to block his path. The Blood-Draining Sunset Sword in his hand stabbed forth along a bizarre arc, aimed directly at his throat!

Flick Sword Stance!

"Damn it!" Wanyan Hong Lie rapidly gathered palm force in both hands and barely blocked Ye Weiming's killing move. He could not help saying furiously, "Brat, do you really intend to die together with this king?"

"Die together?" Ye Weiming sneered disdainfully. "You think far too highly of yourself!"

With that, Ye Weiming sheathed his sword and struck