This battle had ended here, and the battlefield had begun there!
"Uncle, you shouldn't have held back!"
When Lin Bai slew eleven of the Twelve Asuras and captured Lanyue, the Demoness, the battle between Lu Qingjun and Lu Shulin on the other side also reached its conclusion.
Lu Qingjun seized the opening Lu Shulin had exposed and thrust his sword forward. A dazzling, blinding sword arc pierced the void, swept through the dark night, and struck Lu Shulin in the left shoulder.
With a cracking sound, Lu Shulin's left shoulder shattered. His figure swayed, his face turning pale, and he retreated again and again like a deflated ball. Clearly, he no longer had the strength to fight.
On closer inspection, Lu Shulin had suffered more than just the injury to his left shoulder. His right shoulder, abdomen, chest, legs, and back were all marked with sharp sword wounds.
Lu Qingjun, by contrast, stood unharmed in midair in spotless white robes, without a trace of dust or injury on him.
This was not because Lu Qingjun's cultivation and strength far surpassed Lu Shulin's. Rather, Lu Shulin had constantly yielded and retreated. He had never been willing to make an enemy of Lu Qingjun, allowing Lu Qingjun to seize one opportunity after another until Lu Shulin had been beaten to utter ruin and could fight no longer.
Lu Shulin was a Superior-Grade Great Purity Dao Fruit Realm martial artist, while Lu Qingjun was only a Low-Grade Great Purity Dao Fruit Realm martial artist. Even if Lu Shulin could not kill Lu Qingjun, he should not have been injured so severely by him.
Lu Qingjun's face showed reluctance. He closed his eyes, raised his head, and drew a deep breath. His face was filled with pain. In his hand, he gripped a treasured