Zhao Min stared at the scene before her in disbelief.
The Xuanming Elders were actually being beaten back step by step by those old monks with one foot in the grave.
And the one responsible for all this was Lin Xuan, who was still simultaneously dealing with the Golden Wheel Dharma King and Yichen!
Using one mind for two tasks? Or even several?
A deep chill rose in Zhao Min's heart.
As the Xuanming Elders fell into a disadvantageous position, the morale on Duan Zhengming's side instantly soared.
"Charge! Kill all these rebels!"
"Protect the ruler!"
The Dali troops shouted. Having originally feared the Xuanming Divine Palm, they now saw those two old monsters fleeing in panic after being beaten senseless. How could they hold back? They raised their weapons and surged forward in a counterattack.
Duan Yanqing's forces had already suffered setbacks, relying entirely on these top experts to hold the line.
Now that the experts had been suppressed, their army collapsed in an instant. Duan Yanqing himself was surrounded and attacked by several guards. Though he could still hold on, he was forced back step by step in a wretched state.
Above the rooftops.
Yichen's expression had turned incomparably grim.
"Lin Xuan! You actually dare to divide your attention!" Yichen felt utterly humiliated.
This brat was fighting them while still having the spare capacity to direct the people below? He clearly did not even regard them as worthy opponents!
"Divide my attention?"
Hearing this, Lin Xuan suddenly flashed a dazzling smile. "Since you think I've been distracted, then I'll focus a little more on playing with you."
Before his words had even faded, Lin Xuan's aura abruptly changed.
Buzz!
This time, it was not only the sword in his right hand that rang out. The five fingers of