Sorry About That

After such a stimulus.

The Blood Bodhi spat out all the filth it had accumulated.

A massive amount of dark red blood miasma surged out from the Blood Bodhi, instantly flooding nearly half of the arena.

Li Tui gritted his teeth, refusing to fall.

On the arena, the movements of the two phantoms formed by pure star power simultaneously stiffened. The biting of the Lone Wolf and the counter-thrust of the Residual Spear both suffered a momentary stagnation and distortion.

On the arena, Zhao Yuanchong's sword strike was halfway through when that fierce momentum suddenly faltered, and he felt an unbearable nausea in his brain.

It worked!

For Zhao Hao, this momentary stagnation was the combat opportunity he had been waiting for and betting everything on!

The foul blood miasma assaulted him as well. The nauseating stench rushed straight to his brain, his internal energy nearly scattered, and his sword-wielding hand trembled violently.

But this was exactly what he had been waiting for!

The sword stance revealed a flaw.

Now!

Ignoring the disgusting blood miasma, he seized the instant Zhao Yuanchong's mind was disturbed and his sword momentum faltered, thrusting his left hand toward his waist.

The ink-colored jade pendant exploded with a blinding, frigid light!

The Seven Killings star power sealed within the pendant poured out like a bursting dam, fusing frantically with the gray killing intent surrounding him. His long sword let out a clear whistle!

The sword struck like a dragon, carrying an edge that could sever everything, thrusting straight at the flaw on Zhao Yuanchong's chest!

This sword was so fast it left only a silver-white afterimage!

Zhao Yuanchong's pupils constricted sharply.

He had not expected Zhao Hao to be hiding such a trump card!

He hurriedly held his sword horizontally to block.

"CLANG!!!"

The sound of the collision was piercingly sharp.

Zhao Yuanchong was sent flying backward by the force, his feet carving two deep furrows into the bluestone floor. The clothes on his chest were completely shredded, and a hideous wound stretching from his shoulder to his waist gaped open, blood gushing out like a fountain!

What was even more terrifying was that he felt the Greedy Wolf star power within his body violently shaken by the cold, sharp aura of that sword, even... feeling faintly torn and suppressed!

"You...!" Zhao Yuanchong stared fixedly at the jade pendant emitting silver-white cold light at Zhao Hao's waist, his face showing shock and anger for the first time.

Zhao Hao had succeeded.

He retreated two steps, the web between his thumb and forefinger split, but his eyes burned with irrepressible excitement. It worked, this sword had heavily wounded the Greedy Wolf... although he wasn't feeling great himself right now.

Just then.

"Heh... hehe..."

A strange laugh came from behind the crowd, like an old crow mourning the dead.

"The Blood Bodhi... is mine!"

Old Ghost, who had been hiding in the shadows all along, could no longer restrain himself.

His short, small figure suddenly straightened, his gray robes exploding to reveal a dark red blood robe. His blood-red eyes, set in a gaunt face, stared fixedly at the source of the dark red light in the arena.

"Bring it here!!"

He shrieked as he transformed into a blood-colored rainbow, fast as an arrow, tearing through the foul air as he lunged toward Li Tui!

This finally completely annoyed the person high above.

"Presumptuous!"

The two words were as cold as the wind of the twelfth lunar month sweeping across the entire venue.

Disciples with weaker cultivation felt their legs go soft and collapsed to the ground. On the arena, Zhao Hao, who was about to press his advantage, and the shocked and angry Zhao Yuanchong both stiffened and looked up.

In mid-air, a green shadow emerged.

The green robes fluttered, and a faint green light covered his face, with only a pair of eyes peering through the light, scanning down coldly. His gaze paused on Li Tui for a moment before locking onto the lunging blood rainbow.

A mere Qi Refining stage evil cultivator dares to jump around?

He flicked his sleeve casually toward the blood rainbow.

A pale green arc of light condensed out of thin air, so thin it was almost invisible.

The charging evil cultivator's figure suddenly froze.

Before the greedy and eager expression on his face could fade, a thin line appeared from the center of his brow, running straight down, crossing the bridge of his nose, splitting his lips, piercing his neck, and opening his chest...

His entire body, along with the blood light surrounding him and the magical artifact in his arms, was sliced cleanly in two.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror.

Before the blood could spray and the internal organs could fall, they were shaken into a mist of blood by the residual energy, drifting away in a flurry.

The Level 4 Qi Refining evil cultivator was like a piece of paper under the casual wave of this Foundation Establishment cultivator.

It was gone.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned into stupidity, not daring to even draw a full breath.

Just as the entire crowd was cowed by the might of the Foundation Establishment, and even Zhao Yuanchong and Zhao Hao were shaken to their cores, that very instant.

Li Tui moved.

He did not rush toward the center of the arena, but instead stumbled, shuffling two steps toward Zhao Hao.

Hearing the footsteps, Zhao Hao turned his head instinctively. He saw Li Tui's face covered in blood, looking as if he were about to collapse, and his brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of complex emotion crossing his eyes.

The person before him had not let him down.

Seeing Li Tui, Zhao Yuanchong's expression could not help but sink.

Zhao Hao even subconsciously relaxed his guard, nodding slightly toward Li Tui.

Then he turned his head back, preparing to deliver the final blow to the heavily wounded Zhao Yuanchong.

He did not see it at all...

The moment he turned his head, the last trace of hesitation in Li Tui's eyes vanished completely, leaving behind only a cold, resolute madness!

This was the moment Li Tui had been waiting for!

Zhao Hao trusted him, or at least had lowered his guard in this very moment. Meanwhile, the attention of the green-robed cultivator high above was currently occupied by the intense clash of Star Fate on the arena and the blood-red light of the evil cultivators rushing in from afar!

Now!

Li Tui used his final ounce of strength to take the fading source of the Blood Bodhi from his chest, along with all the remaining true qi he possessed.

He stabbed it fiercely into Zhao Hao's back!

"Urgh!"

Zhao Hao's body stiffened violently!

He felt something cold and filthy burrow into his back like a venomous snake, surging straight toward his heart meridian!

"You...!" Zhao Hao turned his head in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He saw Li Tui's face; there was no guilt on that face, only a calm that bordered on indifference, and a madness buried in the deepest depths of his eyes.

"Sorry." Li Tui's lips moved silently.

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