Tang Sect Hidden Weapon Techniques

Long Aotian only saw a flash of light before his eyes.

Immediately afterward, an eerie sensation of weightlessness enveloped his entire body.

Everything around him twisted violently for an instant, and then he saw clearly that he was standing on an unfamiliar battlefield.

Huo Yuhao had already appeared in his original position, the area where Kong Deming and Niu Tian had been confronting each other.

Long Aotian's pupils contracted, and he instinctively clenched his fists.

He swept his gaze around the area and, only after confirming that he had not fallen into another encirclement for the moment, let out a slight sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Huo Yuhao stood before Kong Deming, his blade-sharp gaze sweeping over Kong Deming before falling upon Niu Tian's somewhat disheveled face.

Though Niu Tian's robes were somewhat rumpled and several strands of hair had fallen loose, boundless fighting intent still surged within those dragon-like eyes.

He had not suffered much damage. Long Aotian's all-out strike from the sky had not truly dealt him a fatal blow.

When Kong Deming saw Huo Yuhao and Long Aotian abruptly switch places, he frowned slightly.

Yet the Sun Moon Divine Blade in his hand remained firmly pressed against Tang Wutong's neck.

His voice did not waver in the slightest. "No matter who you are, take one more step forward, and she... will still die!!"

He then added a little more force, drawing the edge of the Sun Moon Divine Blade lightly across Tang Wutong's neck.

It felt as though an invisible hand had tightly seized Huo Yuhao's throat.

He felt his heart pounding violently, every beat accompanied by a needle-like stab of pain.

His gaze fell upon Tang Wutong's blood-soaked figure. Pale and fragile, her body swayed faintly in the air, as if she could collapse at any moment.