Almost from the very start of the fight, Zhang Fang had been on the back foot, taking blow after blow.
There were many reasons for this, but the main one was that he had no treasure capable of countering Xu Yi's Immortal Slaying Sword.
Xu Yi had taken his prized God-Beating Whip. In ordinary fights, he used the whip against tough opponents, and had the seven others gang up on anyone less formidable.
Now, the seven couldn't be brought together. Only he was left.
The God-Beating Whip had been taken, too. For all his exceptional cultivation, he had run into someone like Xu Yi, who had cultivated his techniques to the utmost.
No matter how powerful a spell or divine ability was, it couldn't withstand Xu Yi's exquisite swordplay.
On top of that, Xu Yi had an endless stream of bizarre moves, leaving Zhang Fang constantly scrambling to keep up.
The psychological pressure was another important factor. To this day, he still couldn't figure out how Xu Yi had broken that blade-aura strike.
What's more, this was the territory of the Ancestral Court, and Zhang Fang had no idea whether pursuers were on their way.
With so many disadvantages piling up, he'd have had to be a ghost to win.
At last, Xu Yi combined Sword Frenzy with Sword Python, producing a strange variation that broke through Zhang Fang's defenses. The ferocious Thunder True Intent and surging Fire Spirit Power swallowed Zhang Fang whole.
Zhang Fang was sent flying. His body rang violently in midair as blood poured from him. By the time he tried to move again, the Immortal Slaying Sword had already flown to his brow and was pointing steadily at him.
"Damn. To run into a monster like this—guess it's my fate."
Zhang Fang spat lightly. The