At Wang Yue's shout, a gap opened in the space before him. Countless flying swords poured out of it, streaming endlessly toward Zhao Huangchao and Han Diao Si.
When Zhao Huangchao heard Wang Yue shout the word "sword," his figure flashed away, vanishing a hundred yards in the blink of an eye. But the flying swords kept hot on his heels, leaving him no time to help Han Diao Si.
What made him nearly burst with rage was that while Wang Yue's sword rain attacked the two of them, he still had time to control some of the swords and send them toward the six first-rank experts who had joined the attack.
Those six first-rank experts had already taken the full force of the Divine Sword's Lightning-Controlling Mantra. They were practically paralyzed, and their internal organs were badly damaged. Faced with the incoming flying swords, they had no strength to resist. The blades ran them through, and they died with hatred in their hearts.
Han Diao Si had been on guard too, using his three thousand red threads to protect himself. But the unending rain of swords cut them down one by one, and they failed to hold out for long.
"This... impossible!"
Han Diao Si could hardly believe what was happening. He cried out in despair, and then the flying swords pierced his body, turning him into a cloud of blood mist.
Never Expected that he had brought a group of people to surround and attack Wang Yue. He had thought it would be a sure-kill trap, but in only a few breaths, Wang Yue had killed everyone he brought along, leaving him alone.
He suddenly felt that even a Land Immortal might not be safe. Watching Wang Yue with a grave expression, he said, "We can talk!"
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