The battle in the arena shifted. After darting and dodging, Fan Yao finally found an opening. With an exquisitely subtle and bizarre move, the longsword in his hand pierced toward the Sect Master of Vajra Gate's ribs.
His smile had barely appeared before it froze, because the sword tip did not feel as though it had pierced flesh. Instead, it was as if it had struck refined iron.
"Damn it, the Indestructible Vajra Body!" Fan Yao immediately realized what had happened, but it was already too late to retreat.
The Sect Master of Vajra Gate gave a savage grin and pressed one palm against the blade. The longsword instantly shattered into several pieces. Without the sword's support, Fan Yao helplessly stumbled into his embrace, and his other broad palm pressed toward Fan Yao's head.
"Great Vajra Palm!" Fan Yao was terrified out of his wits. If that blow landed solidly, even several lives would not be enough to save him. He hurriedly gathered all his strength and raised a palm to meet it.
"Pfft!" Fan Yao sprayed out a mouthful of blood and staggered back several steps. His right arm hung limply at an unnatural angle, clearly having suffered grave damage from the Great Vajra Palm.
The Sect Master of Vajra Gate grinned viciously and spread himself like a great roc as he lunged at him.
"Fan Yao!" Wei Yixiao noticed the situation and immediately used his peerless lightness skill to reach Fan Yao's side. He grabbed him and flew away.
"Trying to leave? Not so easily!" The Sect Master of Vajra Gate snorted and struck a palm toward Wei Yixiao's back.
Wei Yixiao used the Ice Cotton Palm to exchange a blow with him. He also spat out a mouthful of blood, but borrowed the rebounding force to fly