Guardian Puppet, the Golden Crow Shows Its Might!

"Yongheng, don't even think about it!"

After Ming called for aid, the Legion Commander of the First Legion showed an anxious expression. Waving the Battle Saber in his hand, he sent streams of frigid Blade Light sweeping through the void, carrying boundless and majestic momentum as they cleaved toward Li Ze.

He had no choice but to be anxious.

When Ming had previously used his trump card, the Broken Saber, and he felt its overwhelming might, he had still harbored a sliver of hope that Li Ze would be severely injured by it.

Yet Li Ze had merely used Liu Zhong Mountain to effortlessly block Ming's strongest trump card.

Now, Li Ze was even advancing with the intent to kill Ming. If Ming were to fall at Li Ze's hands like the Beast King and the others, then he would be the only one left. Even with special means that made him unafraid of Li Ze's Soul Attacks, he would still be no match for Li Ze in a direct battle.

"Hahaha, First Legion Commander, you can't stop me!" Li Ze laughed as he sensed the torrent of Blade Light slashing toward him, his eyes utterly unmoved.

However,

Li Ze did not turn back to block the attack. Instead, he charged straight toward Ming, who was trapped in agony under Li Ze's repeated Soul Attacks.

"Whoosh—"

The First Legion Commander's torrent of Blade Light instantly crossed endless space and time, surging far faster than Li Ze could fly.

Just as the torrent was about to drown Li Ze's body—

"Splash, splash, splash—"

The armor on Li Ze's body suddenly erupted with boundless, dazzling radiance. Strands of Sword Qi spread outward, as if creating a sword universe, weakening the attack layer by layer with endless power.

"Whoosh~~~!" Streaks of Sword Light