The two fought with such force that even the shockwaves severely injured more than a dozen warriors, and several even died.
Meanwhile, Lin Changhe, who had been quietly listening to Daoist Kunyang expound the Dao, frowned. Sword qi drifted down from the sky, reaching him and disrupting his listening.
Lin Changhe swept out a hand. Azure true qi surged like a great river, and the scattered sword qi vanished in an instant.
Seeing Su Xin, whom his sword intent had badly wounded, He Xiu prepared to strike one last time and completely cripple Su Xin's ten years of cultivation.
Su Xin, for his part, was preparing to enter the system and exchange Villain Points for a four-star or four-and-a-half-star martial skill to clash with He Xiu head-on.
But just then, a hand as white as jade blocked He Xiu. A flick of its finger released a surge of Daoist intent, dispelling He Xiu's sword intent and forcing him back.
Looking at Lin Changhe, who stood in his way, He Xiu frowned. "Lin Changhe, what do you mean? Are you trying to help him?"
Lin Changhe shook his head. "Your fight here is disturbing my listening."
"What if I insist on fighting?" He Xiu asked coldly.
Lin Changhe said nothing, but Daoist intent swirled around him, making it seem as though he had merged with heaven and earth.
He Xiu looked at Lin Changhe. The two had fought more than a dozen times, and He Xiu had never won once. He had no confidence that he could defeat Lin Changhe this time, either.
He turned his gaze to Su Xin. Though Su Xin was injured, for some reason He Xiu still felt that he had strength to spare.
He had come to trouble Su Xin to repay Di Jingfei a favor.