The Fall of Jin

"Got riled up!" Niu Youdao muttered.

So many people had joined forces and still failed to take down Taishu Shanyue, only to be beaten into a scattered mess by him. Without anyone calling to him, Wu Zhaoxing had charged out. Clearly, he could no longer stand watching. His fighting spirit had risen, and he could not resist making a move!

A sword flashed with dazzling cold light, its sword aura arcing like a rainbow as it struck at Taishu Shanyue.

Taishu Shanyue whipped around. To hell with anything else—he swung his hammer and smashed!

Boom! The air thundered as the sword aura and hammer aura exploded together. Both men were sent flying backward, while the spilling force whipped the clouds Lang Jingkong had summoned into a frenzy.

Though his sword aura had shattered, Wu Zhaoxing twisted through the air and charged in again with his sword.

"You're courting death!" Taishu Shanyue roared like a thunderclap. Golden flames seemed to dance in his eyes as he grabbed with both hands. A hammer of aura suddenly appeared in each hand.

Two of them? Wu Zhaoxing was greatly startled!

There was no time. It was too late. The two enormous hammers swung in from either side, closing in together.

Wu Zhaoxing hurriedly flipped his sword across his chest. The blade transformed into an expanding shadow of aura, warding off the pincer attack from both sides.

Boom! Though he had blocked the fatal blow, his sword aura collapsed. Wu Zhaoxing's ears rang violently, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood as the savage force swept him away.

Below, Yun Ji, who had been watching from a tree branch, shifted one foot slightly, intending to intervene.

But Niu Youdao's calm voice came from beside her. "Unless it's absolutely necessary, you should try not to