"Senior Brother, forgive me!"
Duobao, seated among the spectators, twitched the corner of his mouth.
Surely Junior Brother couldn't make Poison Miasma for every formidable opponent?
Probably... not, right?
The Quasi-Saints watched the scene before them, their expressions varied.
Hong Yun shook his head to himself and sighed.
"Using a sneak attack is ultimately a lesser path."
Unexpectedly, Tai Yi gave a cold snort and said indifferently,
"If it can kill someone, it's a good method. What distinction is there between the Great Path and lesser paths?"
The other Quasi-Saints fell silent, their eyes fixed on the arena.
Xuandan seized the opportunity and unleashed Blazing Heaven Fiery Flame.
Towering flames relentlessly squeezed Xuan Du's room to maneuver.
Every escape route was cut off, and the temperature rose sharply.
Earlier, he'd thought he hadn't prepared enough Poison Miasma.
So he'd simply pumped the maximum dose into Xuan Du's body.
Now it seemed the results were excellent, and he was quite satisfied.
The disciples among the spectators, however, wore strange expressions.
Xuan Du's power had been greatly suppressed, and the tide of the battle had turned.
He summoned the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace, his face grim.
"Absorb!"
The towering flames were instantly sucked inside.
Xuandan's assault grew fiercer as he swung the Purple Cloud Sword.
Sword Qi crisscrossed the heavens, tens of thousands of sword strokes flying out.
Suppressed, Xuan Du could only fend them off with the Dragon-Headed Flat Staff.
He couldn't spare a hand to counterattack at all.
Every time he tried to draw on the source power of his Golden Elixir,
all he got in response was something as sluggish as mud.
Just as the battle seemed to turn against him, a flash of insight appeared in Xuan Du's eyes, as if he'd thought of a way to