At that moment, Yu Xianpo and Sikong Jing quietly exchanged a glance, both looking toward Tian Wuchen's blood-soaked, battling back.
The same thought filled their eyes: Tian Wuchen's sterling reputation was no lie.
"Brother Xianpo, go help Tian Wuchen..."
"I'll go find Dragon Shield Heavenly Roc now. Something has most likely gone wrong on its side too."
Sikong Jing immediately made his decision and tore open a spatial tunnel.
At the same time, Yu Xianpo, who had just seemed to be on his last breath, slowly opened his eyes... buzz, buzz.
His eyes were like two streaks of sword radiance, trembling as they shot forth.
They tore through Lone Wanderer's domain on the spot as Yu Xianpo called out, "Brother Wuchen, thank you for holding him off for me. I've recovered somewhat. Now let's join hands and wipe out this piece of trash who betrayed his brother."
As his words fell, Tian Wuchen, who had seemed to have been forced into a dead end, shuddered violently from head to toe.
The weight in his heart eased considerably.
The two of them then fought Lone Wanderer together. Though Yu Xianpo's injuries were not as severe as imagined, an injury was still an injury. Thus, even with Tian Wuchen at his side, they could only barely fend off Lone Wanderer's attacks.
Yet Yu Xianpo's Army-Slaying Formation patterns had already emerged through his body...
A chill spread endlessly through Lone Wanderer's eyes as he shouted, "You want to blast me to death with an Army-Slaying Formation? I won't give you the chance."
With a whoosh...
A gigantic bell was suddenly flung out by Lone Wanderer. In an instant, it expanded countless times over and pressed down upon all of Swordbreak City. "Little Brother Xianpo, I believe I told you before—this is the sect-suppressing