"Uh-oh."
Wu Huo fought desperately to hold his ground, his face red and his neck bulging as he was forced back inch by inch.
The ground had already been reduced to ruins.
A sharp crack rang out. The fiery-red flute in Wu Huo's hand snapped in two, and the sword tip plunged viciously into his chest.
Evil Slayer pierced straight through him. Wu Huo stared in disbelief at the bloody hole in his chest.
The bamboo flute in his hand had been a Mysterious Grade Low Tier treasure. For this sword to damage it, its grade was certainly no lower.
"Junior Brother! Damn you! Die!"
Seeing this, Wu Yan's eyes nearly split with rage. His aura erupted as he charged toward Ye Lin.
"You seem to have forgotten someone."
Just then, Chu Xue stood before Wu Yan like a celestial deity, holding the Emerald Green Sword. A bone-chilling cold radiated from her.
"Move aside."
Wu Yan still wasn't willing to attack Chu Xue.
"Move aside? You'll have to get past me first."
With that, the two began to fight, battling from the ground into the sky as explosions rang out without end.
"You're just a brat who recently broke through to the Golden Core stage. How could you—?"
The bamboo flute fell from Wu Huo's hand and clattered to the ground. He slowly lifted his head and looked up at Ye Lin in the sky.
How? He had remained at the Golden Core stage for hundreds of years. In terms of experience and combat strength, he was leagues ahead of this brat. How could he be unable to withstand even one move?
"You seem to have forgotten one thing: people are born different."
"Some are born with the bearing of emperors. Others are born to live ordinary, unremarkable lives."
"Forget