"Fight me?" Qin Yan frowned slightly. "You'd better think this through. Blades and swords have no eyes. If I accidentally kill you later, don't blame me. So, do you still want to spar with me?"
His tone was icy, and his voice carried a chilling coldness.
Rather than feeling the slightest fear upon hearing "Zhao Tianji," the four of them grew even more excited.
"Zhao Tianji" really was seriously injured!
Otherwise, with Zhao Tianji's pride carved into his bones, how could he possibly waste so many words on them?
He would have sent them on their way with a single sweep of his fan long ago!
"Please enlighten us, Holy Son Zhao!" The four clasped their fists and spoke in unison.
As soon as the words fell, the auras around the four of them suddenly gathered together.
Yue Zheng stood at the front, while Yue Heng, Yue Ming, and Yue Chuan formed a triangle behind him.
The four formed hand seals together, their true qi and blood essence surging madly through the same meridian route.
Then, the auras of Yue Heng and the other two flowed into Yue Zheng's body like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
Yue Zheng's aura surged wildly like ignited gunpowder, instantly breaking past his own limits and reaching a terrifying level.
Seeing this, "Zhao Tianji" said coldly, "Fine. Since you are so determined to die, this Holy Son shall grant your wish."
As soon as he spoke, torrents of azure hurricanes suddenly rose around "Zhao Tianji."
The hurricanes swirled around him like dozens of azure dragons, whipping his robes until they snapped loudly in the wind.
He suddenly swept the palm fan in his hand, and azure light flared across its surface.
Yet at the instant he swung the fan, "Zhao Tianji" softly recited,