Everyone sneered. They wanted to use their numbers to bully Lu Yang and force him to yield.
Bai Qing was furious. "You people call yourselves members of famous and upright sects, righteous cultivators, when you're out in the world. I never expected you to show such ugly faces once you reached the Void Soul Battlefield. Bullying someone with your numbers and forcing him to submit—is this how your masters taught you?"
"Heh, Fairy Bai Qing, you can't put it that way," Sword Maniac sneered. "Everything has its cause and effect. Lu Yang sowed the cause of Senior Brother Sword Obsessive's death and Liang Ruo Chao's grave injuries, so naturally he must bear the consequences. How can you say we're forcing him?"
"Sword Maniac, you shameless bastard!" Bai Zhi Xu's face darkened as she pointed at him and cursed.
"Ha ha ha!" Sword Maniac laughed. "Think whatever you like. But today, Lu Yang must take responsibility and face two beasts on his own—ah!"
Sword Maniac's expression changed abruptly. A black orb of light exploded against him, instantly blasting his high-grade spirit armor to pieces.
His body flew thousands of yards like a ragged scrap of cloth. Seven or eight ribs snapped, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood, falling into critical condition in an instant.
"Lu Yang, you—!" Sword Maniac struggled to get up, but Dark Law Power coursed through his wounds, lingering there and leaving him utterly weak and wracked with pain. After struggling twice, he finally slumped back onto the ground.
"You're a defeated opponent. How dare you yap like a mad dog in front of me? Say one more word, and I'll cripple you. Believe me?" Lu Yang said coldly.
Sword Maniac was about to say something more, but when he saw Lu Yang's icy stare