A twisted sense of pleasure inexplicably surged up in Old Ancestor Wang's heart.
He was thinking that it would be wonderful if this slash could take Dragon Mountain Daoist's head off. It was very possible; after all, only someone who had experienced it personally knew how terrifying that slash was.
Even he had paid a disastrous price, let alone Dragon Mountain Daoist, who had only recently stepped into the Heaven-Human Realm. Old Ancestor Wang knew very well from their earlier battle that although Dragon Mountain Daoist had potential, his strength was still somewhat inferior to his own.
He hoped Dragon Mountain Daoist would end up worse off than him.
Old Devil Lin's blood-colored Battle Blade had emerged far too abruptly. The others had not reacted at all—or rather, only two people had reacted, but General Shenyu had only one thought in mind: to kill Old Devil Lin. He paid no attention to that Battle Blade and directly chased after the Blood Light Old Devil Lin had transformed into.
At this moment, Old Devil Lin had cast the Blood Burning Art and could not sustain it for too long. General Shenyu had to stick to him like a shadow.
There was one other person who reacted, and that was the Cyan Ox Swordsman.
But when the Cyan Ox Swordsman saw that the blood-colored blade light was slashing toward Old Ancestor Wang, he naturally did not interfere.
However, his expression changed at once.
After the blood blade cut off one of Old Ancestor Wang's arms, it still carried an unstoppable momentum as it slashed toward Dragon Mountain Daoist! The Cyan Ox Swordsman shouted and drew his blade, but in the end he was still a little rushed. Streaks of Blade Qi shot out at extreme speed; the speed was ensured, but the