Scorching Sun

Inside the tower.

Lu Zhen's Physique was repairing itself frantically.

But the Star Vortex within his body was dim and sluggish, nearly at its limit.

Lu Zhen lowered his head, blood dripping from his chin.

He looked at his right hand, which could still grip a sword, and visions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the Nine Provinces Realm flashed through his mind, along with the countless brushes with life and death along his journey.

"I've seen situations more desperate than this."

Lu Zhen took a step forward.

Clang! The flying sword met the first artifact head-on, without yielding an inch!

Clang clang clang!

Sword light charged left and right amid the strangling assault of six artifacts, forcibly tearing open a gap.

"What's going on?" Leng Qiu leaned forward, staring fixedly at the light screen.

Within the battlefield, Lu Zhen's flying sword hung before him, its blade trembling faintly, its hum like a sob.

"Faster."

At the urging of his thoughts, the flying sword abruptly soared, transforming into a streak of silver as it shot out.

Pfft.

The Wisdom King's right arm was pierced through, and the formation of the six artifacts faltered for an instant.

That instant was enough.

Lu Zhen's flying sword spun back, striking directly at the hole it had previously pierced in the Wisdom King's chest!

"Roar—" The Prison-Suppressing Wisdom King's three gigantic mouths roared in fury at once. The remaining five artifacts contracted madly, seeking to crush the flying sword midway.

Clang clang clang clang clang!

Five streaks of black light intercepted it.

The flying sword was knocked off course, but Lu Zhen forcibly dragged it back onto its trajectory. Not only did it not slow down, it became even faster.

"What's happening?" Gu Changfeng muttered.

"Comprehending the Dao in battle."