The Spear Thrusts Straight for the Gate of Life, Danger Surrounds, the Momentum Unreturned

With things pushed to such desperate straits, everyone from the Chan Sect wore expressions of certain victory.

Yet just as the death ray was about to strike him, Zhao Gongming's lips slowly curled into a mocking smile, his dark eyes filled with calm composure.

"Have you not noticed that one of my four flying swords is missing?"

At those words, Yin Hong, Xue Baihu, and the others froze slightly, instinctively looking toward the flying swords surrounding Zhao Gongming.

In that brief moment of distraction, Zhao Gongming flicked his fingertip, and a dark-golden sword light suddenly emerged from the void seven paces behind Yan Hong!

The dark-golden Dao resonance winding around the blade erupted at once, accompanied by a shriek sharp enough to tear through space. It was faster than imagination, becoming a streak of light as it stabbed straight toward Yan Hong's back!

Killing intent enveloped him!

Yan Hong's face instantly went white as paper, and his entire body felt as though he had fallen into an icy abyss.

At such close range, with the flying sword arriving without warning, he had no time to react. He could only desperately pour the remaining True Essence within him into his escape art, trying to retreat at full speed.

But no matter how swift an escape art was, how could it surpass a flying sword forged by Master Tongtian?

In the blink of an eye, the dark-golden sword light pierced through Yan Hong's chest. The killing intent and sharp Sword Qi contained within the blade exploded inside him, like countless slender swords shredding his organs and entrails. Even his bones and meridians were corroded by Dao resonance, while icy slaughtering energy spread from the wound through his limbs and body.

Yan Hong gave a muffled groan and vomited blood in great mouthfuls.