Xu Yi kicked Uncle Yin's mangled corpse away like a discarded sack, then collapsed to the ground, gasping violently. The Zixiao Sword in his hand blazed as if it were about to ignite.
He had endured all this for one chance—for the moment Uncle Yin let down his guard. He would sooner suffer grievous injuries and let his Dharma Form collapse than pass up this gamble.
That was because he knew all too well that Uncle Yin was the soul of this small Pang Family squad.
With that man around, Xu Yi could never rest easy. Once Uncle Yin was dead, the others would be headless flies.
He had struggled to hold on and waited desperately. At last, just as he was about to collapse, he seized the opening Uncle Yin exposed. The long-unused Zixiao Sword was still a peerless weapon in close combat.
The sharpness of Thunder True Intent was beyond imagination. In one strike, it pierced the golden light enveloping Uncle Yin, granted by the Golden Armor Great Strength Talisman.
More than that, once the golden light around Uncle Yin was pierced, the entire Golden Armor Great Strength Talisman had been broken. The golden light around Bai Menghui and the Four Generals of the Clouds vanished as well.
Everyone stared blankly at the Zixiao Sword in Xu Yi's hand, wreathed in Thunder True Intent. Even as Xu Yi sat slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, Bai Menghui and the Four Generals of the Clouds remained frozen.
That single strike had utterly broken the five of them.
"Roar!"
The roiling black mist around Pang Qingyun suddenly vanished. His eyes fixed on Uncle Yin's corpse, his gaze filled with madness.
In the next instant, a mass of black energy erupted inside Pang Qingyun. He disappeared, replaced by a colossal