The Golden Cicada Arrives

Yuan Rong wasn't a coward, but he didn't want to rush to his death either.

He'd already used every trick in the book, yet still couldn't knock his opponent out. If he kept going, all he'd get was more punishment—or death.

And besides, he really couldn't hold on much longer.

Wu Tang's expression changed dramatically. He hadn't expected this trap to be even bigger than the last one.

That bastard Di Liuxin was so underhanded.

"This isn't something you could have come up with. You're not capable of it."

Amid a sudden roar of wind and thunder, Wu Jiu became a bolt of lightning. He burst out of the pitch-black passage of time and unleashed a furious barrage on Di Liuxin. The moment Di Liuxin tried to retaliate, Wu Jiu turned into a fading afterimage and vanished back into the darkness.

Yet his voice continued to drift out, unhurried.

Di Liuxin didn't have the brains to come up with all these interlocking details.

At most, he was just carrying them out.

"This has to be the work of your Four Poles Hall's Second Brother!"

By the time his voice rang out again, Wu Jiu had already appeared on the other side.

His tone was full of contempt for Di Liuxin, as if he were openly mocking him.

Di Liuxin flew into a rage. At that moment, Wu Jiu was just as hateful as the old Daoist. The aura of his Dharma Aspect surged, and he was about to charge at Wu Jiu when Asura's Dharma Aspect intercepted him again.

But Wu Jiu's mocking voice continued without pause. The truth was, their interlocking schemes were keeping the others too busy to catch their breath.

They could even use a single platform to tie down a Divine Way Realm expert.

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