Thirteen Spirit Sons! All Dead!
Pfft—
Blood sprayed into the sky. A terrifying sword mark remained on Xiu Feng's throat, and as he collapsed to the ground, unprecedented astonishment remained in his eyes until the moment he died!
"I actually found my weakness in the span of just three breaths. Impressive..."
By the time Xiu Feng spoke his final words, his soul had already returned to the Netherworld!
"Xiu Feng!"
Jie Yu looked at Xiu Feng lying on the ground, a trace of wariness appearing on his face!
"Everyone, stop holding back. Unleash your martial souls and take him down together."
"Otherwise, if this continues, we may end up like Zhang Xiao and Xiu Feng, being defeated one by one!"
Jie Yu immediately shouted.
"Fine! We'll listen to Senior Brother Jie Yu."
"Damn it, looks like we really have to join forces!"
"Are this year's Spirit Sons really that strong?"
"Then let's join forces!"
The other ten Spirit Sons roared one after another, solemnity appearing on their faces as well.
"Joining forces?" Lin Bai laughed coldly. "I already said it before: in a one-on-one fight, not a single one of you here is my match. If you all attack together, perhaps you'll still have a sliver of hope!"
"Come."
Lin Bai held a sword in each hand and stood before Jie Yu and the other ten Spirit Sons, facing them calmly.
"Damn it, what are you acting so arrogant for? The ten of us will join forces, and you'll surely die today!"
"I've never seen such an arrogant Spirit Son. Do you really think you're above the law?"
"Since you're determined to seek death, we'll grant your wish!"
"Martial soul!"
"Come out, martial soul!"
"Martial soul!"
The ten Spirit Sons roared in unison. Martial souls rapidly emerged above their heads.