By now, any Rank Four martial artist who had not mastered Vital Blood was as easy for Lu Hao to cut down as vegetables. Only those who had mastered it could exchange a few blows with him.
He glanced at the remaining Rank Four Evil Cult martial artist. The man was probably upper-stage Rank Four and was fighting Instructor Zhang on even terms.
Lu Hao slashed his saber at the upper-stage Rank Four.
Unlike his attacks on the three middle-stage Rank Fours earlier, this slash did not fly straight into the man's body unopposed. His opponent's counterattack weakened it considerably before it struck him.
Lu Hao glanced at the Evil Cult martial artist opposite him. Unexpectedly, this was no mere Vital Blood martial artist, but an upper-stage Rank Four who had mastered Vital Blood. No wonder he could hold his own against an instructor from Magic Martial University.
Fortunately, the man's Vital Blood burst still did not exceed Lu Hao's, so Lu Hao retained the upper hand.
He exchanged a glance with Instructor Zhang, and both unleashed their Vital Blood and attacked together. Faced with their simultaneous bursts, the Evil Cult martial artist finally began to panic.
He fought desperately, trying to interrupt their attacks, but it was useless. He could only watch as a violent surge of Vital Blood hurtled straight toward him.
He had never expected Lu Hao to have enough Vital Blood left to hurt him after unleashing so much to kill three middle-stage Rank Fours.
He had already realized that Lu Hao was only an upper-stage Rank Three martial artist. But what kind of Rank Three was this powerful? How could he still have Vital Blood left after killing three middle-stage Rank Fours?
Seeing that the Evil Cult martial artist was already grievously wounded, Lu Hao