Di yihong smiled helplessly after figuring it out.
"Why put yourself through this? Now even your own martial soul doesn't recognize you. You've truly been abandoned by all."
"Cut the crap. Take this palm strike."
Unwilling to accept it, Huo Qing swung his palm at Di yihong.
Di yihong quickly retreated and dodged it.
Then he drew the Flowing Water Sword.
Empowered by Soul Power, the Flowing Water Sword instantly straightened.
A cold flash streaked past, and Di yihong was already standing behind Huo Qing.
Huo Qing's body remained frozen at the instant he had swung his palm.
"It's over."
As Di yihong's voice fell, Huo Qing's head slowly slid from his neck before dropping to the ground.
Countless streams of blood immediately sprayed out.
Di yihong wrapped the Flowing Water Sword in his clothes, intending to wipe the blood from it.
But the instant his clothes touched the Flowing Water Sword, they caught fire.
"Fuck... pfft, pfft, pfft!"
It took Di yihong quite some effort to put out the flames on his clothes. Looking at the Flowing Water Sword in his hand, he could not help but suck in a cold breath.
Why the hell had he tried to show off? Now his clothes were all black, and he looked like he had just crawled out of a fire pit. He had looked pretty cool just now, hadn't he? This time, all his image was ruined.
Before long, Han Yin and the others had also finished their battles, ending in a complete victory for Han Yin's side.
Han Yin came to Di yihong's side and frowned as he looked at the still-chaotic meeting hall.
"Sect Master, something feels off. Although these people were Title Douluo, their strength felt somewhat awkward in battle. Their skills were always slower to activate,