Draining Dry Fortune
"Long Bahe, you're dead for sure this time!"
Gu Huaifeng of the Heaven Veil Sect roared, "When you were eavesdropping in secret earlier, the four of us deliberately leaked that information for you to hear. It was all to lure you in. Who would've thought you wouldn't harbor the slightest suspicion and really take the bait?"
"None of the Eternal Calamity Sect's successors throughout the generations have been simple characters. Killing you will also remove one of the most threatening contenders."
The young man wielding the pitch-black ghost hand gave a cold snort as well. Five streams of ebony light, like soaring dragons, shot from between his fingers and tore through the air.
The other two Manifestation Realm cultivators said nothing. The young swordsman thrust out a streak of sword light, its azure radiance splitting the sky like a bolt of cloth as it slashed through the void.
The silver-haired woman seized the chance as well. Her entire body blurred, and in a flicker, she vanished, concealing herself within the void as she searched for his weakness.
"Impossible! Fu Ziting, you're a successor of Doomsday yourself, yet you're joining hands with others..."
How could Long Bahe have imagined that Fu Ziting, who had so fiercely battled these people moments ago, would actually choose to join forces with them?
One had to know that the rogue immortal powerhouse of the previous generation of the Doomsday Sect, as well as its successors through the ages, had all been heroes of the world. They had always disdained ambushes and assassinations. In a duel, even if they knew they were outmatched, they fought one-on-one and never cooperated with others.
"You were planning to ambush me from the shadows. Why should I be polite to you?"
Fu Ziting's tone was indifferent. His