The four men—Blood Blade and the others—grew more and more alarmed as the battle raged on. All four of them were Late Spirit Roaming Realm cultivators who had practiced for thousands of years, yet the four of them together still couldn't bring down one young man. Instead, their opponent only grew bolder with every clash, and they were beginning to buckle.
What the hell? This was unbelievable!
The same thought rose in all four of their minds. They simply couldn't believe Fang Mo could be this powerful.
By now, the four of them were having second thoughts. They had even used their Dharma Forms and Golden Bodies, yet still couldn't take down Fang Mo. If the fight dragged on, they would have to risk their lives.
Besides, too much time had already passed. They would be in trouble the moment reinforcements from Tianli Sect arrived. And yet, they were fiercely unwilling to give up—Blood Blade most of all.
"What are you waiting for? Use your ultimate moves, or we'll lose face today!" Blood Blade ground his teeth as he sent his voice to the other three. "There are four of us against one. If we can't kill him, how will we ever show our faces again?"
"Then let's risk it. That brat has to die today!"
Killing intent flashed in True Lord Radiant Light's eyes.
"If I don't kill this man, my Dao heart will never be at peace!"
True Lord Wind Wing's face darkened. His eyes burned with humiliation and anger. Being driven to this point by a junior had truly enraged and shamed him.
"Then attack!"
You Tong roared. Boundless netherworld energy surged forth, his Dharma Form and Golden Body turning black as dark flames burned around him. He seemed to transform into a demon god.
"You Tong