"Enough nonsense. Hand over your life!"
Cháng Yì shouted, erupting with the cultivation of the Eternal Realm Seventh Order, then violently hurled the axe in his hand at You Daoren.
Under Cháng Yì's control, the axe moved like a swimming dragon, bursting with terrifying force.
You Daoren's expression changed when he saw this. He did not dare take Cháng Yì's axe head-on. At the same time, he could no longer afford to contend with Li Zhōujūn. His body transformed into overlapping afterimages as he dodged the axe Cháng Yì controlled and hacked toward him.
Although they were both at the Eternal Realm Seventh Order, Cháng Yì's strength was clearly above You Daoren's.
Still, it had to be said that You Daoren's movement technique was extraordinary. Although Cháng Yì's axe swung with broad, sweeping force and imposing momentum, it had not even touched the hem of You Daoren's clothes.
But clearly, Cháng Yì could afford to make many mistakes, while one mistake from You Daoren would be enough to put him in dire straits.
"You old sneak, all that skulking around actually helped you train such good footwork!" Cháng Yì snorted. His burly body suddenly shot up from the ground like a fierce tiger, leaping high into the air. His massive fist erupted with terrifying power, joining the axe in attacking You Daoren from both sides and leaving him nowhere to retreat.
You Daoren's pupils abruptly dilated.
With a thunderous crash, Cháng Yì's fist and axe struck You Daoren simultaneously.
Yet the blood-and-flesh carnage Cháng Yì had expected did not appear.
Only straw filled the sky, fluttering and drifting down in every direction.
"Damn it, a substitute technique?" Cháng Yì was startled. He truly had not expected that the old bastard You Daoren still had such a life-saving trick.
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