"Cough, cough!!"
Wei Jie barely managed to stop himself and come to a halt. Clutching his mouth, he coughed up mouthful after mouthful of blood.
First, Lin San's Righteous Qi Sword had torn open his wounds. Then Zhao Changsheng had run him through with a sword, worsening his injuries. Now Qin Feng had sent him flying again, making his condition even more severe.
"Give up!"
Qin Feng stood proudly before Wei Jie, exuding boundless authority and an overbearing presence.
"You don't really think you've won just like this, do you!?"
Wei Jie wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said coldly, "An early-stage Immortal King is still an early-stage Immortal King. Even with one arm severed and serious injuries, I could never lose to a group of True Immortals, Golden Immortals, and True Taiyi Immortals like you..."
Before he could finish, there was a bang!!
Qin Feng had no time to listen to Wei Jie blather on. He charged straight at him and slammed into him with another KunKun Iron Mountain Lean.
"Pfft!!"
Wei Jie spat out another mouthful of blood, his body hurtling backward once more.
"Qin, let me help you!"
Seeing that Wei Jie's Health Bar was nearly empty, Zhao Changsheng didn't hesitate. He gripped his sword and charged forward again.
Buzz! Buzz!
The crisp, piercing ring of swords rang out, accompanied by a fierce sword intent.
In an instant, Zhao Changsheng was in front of Wei Jie. The longsword in his hand was like a nimble Flood Dragon, its keen edge radiating a palpable sense of danger as it thrust toward Wei Jie, as if it would sever his head from his body the very next moment.
"Danger!!"
Wei Jie felt every hair on his body stand on end and hurriedly unleashed the black