"Kill him!"
Xingtian's will boiled as it struggled with all its might. On one hand, it was unwilling to accept this; on the other, it was doing its utmost to drain Qu Wujie's strength. No one's power was limitless—not even the current Qu Wujie. What was spent here would be lacking there. Wasn't it obvious that he could no longer directly injure Yu Zhou?
Old Daoist Yu Zhou flew on his sword. Even the blood tide of the Nether Sea could not stop him; instead, he borrowed its impact to close several li in the blink of an eye, drawing within roughly half a li of his target. The Flowing Water Sword turned insubstantial, and the Transforming Separation Sword Mist silently swept across.
At that very moment, the moonlight took effect. Light and shadow twisted around them, drawing the sword mist into the void. The target remained completely unharmed, the corner of his mouth twitching with a mocking smile. His black sleeve flicked, and two dark-green shuttle lights tore through the air. "You can cut down the Black Lightning Shuttle, but what about the Yin Thunder Ghost Flame Shuttle?"
The Black Lightning Shuttle was a refined magical artifact, but the Yin Thunder Ghost Flame Shuttle was a single-use concealed weapon. The ghost flame sealed inside had been drawn from the depths of the Blood Prison Ghost Manor through a secret art, then sealed within the flying shuttle and triggered by yin lightning. Its power was immense; legend said it could flatten a mountain peak in an instant. Should it touch flesh, it would not rest until it had burned it into fire.
Clearly, relying on the moonlight's overwhelmingly powerful defense of twisting space, he had actually released this at close range. He truly hated Yu Zhou to the marrow of