Hearing Luo Guixing's words, the three reacted swiftly, but Xu Yucheng, charging toward them, was just as fast.
Among the three young men behind him, one thrust out his spear and shot forward, aiming straight for Xu Yucheng.
Of the other two, one conjured a spellbook in his hand, while the other gripped a strange staff.
Fireballs gathered in the sky while violent winds raged from the other side. The two attacks crashed down on Xu Yucheng in an instant.
At the same time, the spear-wielding youth's weapon stabbed forward.
Yet Xu Yucheng did not defend himself at all.
The instant the spear pierced through his chest, he spat out blood. But the Death God's Scythe in his hand directly cleaved off the youth's head.
The agony of decapitation struck, and the youth's body fell, dissolving into countless motes of light.
The two behind him watched the scene with terror written all over their faces.
The gale shredded Xu Yucheng's arm. One of his arms exploded outright, turning into motes of light.
Then his body was swallowed by the fireballs, leaving his entire figure charred black in an instant.
Excruciating pain spread wildly through him. Xu Yucheng opened his mouth to scream, his face twisted to the extreme, yet not a sound came out.
His body seemed to have completely lost its connection to his mind.
At the same time, his fourth Spirit Ring lit up. The Death God's Scythe came crashing down, and the heads of the two companions fell in response.
Nearby, Luo Guixing watched the scene in utter horror. He suddenly raised a hand, and terrifying power instantly gathered.
The Spatial Blade split open Xu Yucheng's head in an instant.
As Xu Yucheng's head fell and turned into countless motes of light, Luo Guixing let out a