"No, how did he..."
Zhao Changsheng instantly felt his world crumble.
There were clearly four people at the scene, along with a rabbit and a blade of grass. He had even deliberately shielded Lin San in front of him for safety, yet Wei Jie had picked him out of the crowd at a glance, making him feel the inescapable favoritism.
"Ding-dong! Congratulations, host, for framing a Mythical Heavenly Chosen Son. You have received 500,000 Villain Points!"
"Let's see where you can hide now!"
Qin Feng glanced at Zhao Changsheng, the corners of his mouth harder to hold back than an AK.
"So you're the one who refined this Blood Slave!?"
Lin San stood tall, Wuchen Sword in hand, his gaze fixed on Wei Jie like lightning.
"That's right!"
Wei Jie answered readily, with no intention of hiding it.
In the next instant, his eyes filled with intense Killing Intent. Black demonic energy surged around him like a swirling vortex, radiating a terrifying, evil aura. Clearly, he didn't intend to leave a single survivor.
"Demon, meet your end!!"
Lin San wasted no words either. Righteous Qi burst forth from him.
He shot forward like a bolt of lightning. Righteous Qi danced along Wuchen Sword, sending out a series of sword cries like Dragon's Roar and a dazzling trail of light, like the blazing sun rising over the horizon.
"You think you can take me?!"
A scornful smile tugged at Wei Jie's lips as black demonic energy shot out like a venomous snake.
Though he had lost an arm and was seriously injured, an Immortal King Realm powerhouse was still an Immortal King Realm powerhouse. Someone at the middle stage of the True Immortal Realm could never hope to shake him.
Rumble!!
Demonic energy and Sword Qi collided with a series of