Xi Congyun had been cautious all his life. His heart held grand ambitions, and he trod as carefully as if walking on thin ice.
He had long known that Li Zhiyi, wielding the Blood Brand, was incredibly powerful.
He also knew that Ji Daowu himself was only slightly weaker than he was.
By rights, he would never have charged into battle.
Perhaps he had heard Ji Daowu's roar, or seen the grief and disbelief in Mu Zigui's eyes.
Perhaps it was because he had joined the Five Clans and now desperately needed to earn merit.
Or perhaps his hatred and loathing for Chen Yan had long since become irrepressible, driving him to destroy everything that belonged to Chen Yan.
At that moment, Xi Congyun felt as if his entire soul had sunk into a mire. He wanted only to struggle free with every last ounce of strength.
So he charged out.
Without a thought for the consequences, he threw himself forward and unleashed his strongest move.
If he killed Mu Zigui, he would no longer have to look into his girlfriend's utterly disappointed eyes.
If he killed Ji Daowu, he would no longer have to listen to that furious, resentful roar.
But now—
"Save me!!!"
Xi Congyun let out a desperate roar with every ounce of strength he had. All he could see was a streak of blood-red, razor-sharp light.
The blade-light seemed capable of cleaving through anything. Thin as a cicada's wing, it nevertheless blazed with breathtaking radiance.
Before it even arrived, its terrifying blade energy had already split Xi Congyun's skin.
Xi Congyun's grand formation had not yet unleashed its power when it was cut apart.
At that moment, Chen Yuanxin, standing behind Xi Congyun, paled. With a low growl, he punched forward.
The fist-light shifted and swelled,