"Zhou Ling, this was only a spar. How dare you try to kill me?"
Liu Po Lei sprayed out a mouthful of blood, looking utterly disheveled. A grave look showed in his bleak, cold eyes.
This spar had always been one where life and death rested in the hands of fate.
He had kept his Third Uncle's words firmly in mind: kill Zhou Ling.
And that was exactly what he had intended to do.
He had originally planned to condense the Thunder Emperor Manifestation and kill Zhou Ling in one stroke.
But he had never found the chance. Instead, Zhou Ling had severely wounded him.
"Blades and swords have no eyes."
Five Spirit Flames circled before him as Zhou Ling spoke calmly.
At this moment, he too had expended a tremendous amount.
His spiritual power was nearly exhausted, and maintaining the five Five Elements Spirit Flames had also been enormously draining.
Compared with Liu Po Lei, they were much of a muchness.
Of course, with the Spirit Flames, he still clearly held the advantage.
"You have lost. Zhou can kill you at any moment."
Zhou Ling appeared as calm as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze.
Yet he also knew that Wu Shi Hong and Liu Zheng Jia, the two Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Purple Firmament Sect, were not the only ones watching this match.
Quite a few Nascent Soul Cultivators were watching from the shadows as well.
If he truly killed Liu Po Lei, not only would he be unable to leave the Purple Firmament Sect, but his senior sisters would find it difficult to leave as well.
Besides, killing Liu Po Lei held little meaning for him.
Defeating him now was already more than enough.
"As expected of someone capable of killing a Fifth-Tier Demon King."
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