Xu Fengnian let out a deep breath. That single strike that severed the water had nearly drained all his strength. Fortunately, Deng Tai'a had arrived in time. Otherwise, he would surely have been doomed this time.
Did my mother help Sword God Deng back then? Xu Fengnian pondered.
He knew that Deng Tai'a came from the Wu Family Sword Tomb, but he had known nothing of Wu Su ever helping Deng Tai'a.
Just as Xu Fengnian was about to relax, Zhao Kai, not far from the city gate, took out the talisman sword Han Diao Temple had given him and softly said, "Go!"
Li Chungang and Yuan were absent. This was precisely the best moment Zhao Kai had judged to strike!
Whoosh!
A thin, elongated dragon-shaped sword qi howled forth, passing through the gates of Martial Emperor City and shooting straight at Xu Fengnian.
With the momentum of a sword entering the city, it went straight for the heir apparent's head!
This sword was undoubtedly a killing blow—and the greatest possible provocation toward Martial Emperor City.
Thus, the instant the sword was unleashed, Zhao Kai hurriedly summoned the Fu General Golden Armor and turned to flee without even looking back!
"How dare you!" An enraged roar came from Wang Xianzhi above the East Sea. This old man was at a critical juncture in his sword duel with Li Chungang, yet he still had strength to spare!
"Liu Haoshi, Deng will surely come to Tai'an City someday and take your dog head!" Deng Tai'a's face likewise twisted with fury and embarrassment. This sword had clearly been beyond his expectations as well.
A great calamity was upon him!
Xu Fengnian's mind had never been so focused. The fourfold Great Yellow Court circulated throughout his body, leaving his spirit platform crystal clear.
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