Qi Hao, Lu Xueqi, and Zeng Shushu all shuddered. They had no idea why Zhang Xiaofan had suddenly lost his temper. But as long as it wasn't directed at them, that was fine! The murderous aura radiating from Zhang Xiaofan now made their hearts pound. They didn't want to provoke him!
As the treasured sword bent, an angry, startled cry rang out from the darkness in the distance. It must have been a cry of both alarm and heartbreak.
Just then, a streak of blood-red light shot toward Zeng Shushu, who was already struggling to hold on.
The "Taiji Seal" protecting Zeng Shushu had vanished, and the red light was already right in front of him. The Fire Poker at Zhang Xiaofan's waist flew out in an instant and blocked it.
Who could have guessed that the red light would abruptly change direction and shoot toward Zhang Xiaofan's back through the gap in Zeng Shushu's defense?
It turned out that this attack had been aimed at Zhang Xiaofan all along! The strike at Zeng Shushu had merely been a feint. If it hit, that was a bonus; if it missed, no matter. It had only ever been a feint!
The red light struck home in an instant, piercing Zhang Xiaofan in the back of the shoulder!
Zhang Xiaofan caught a whiff of blood and was about to reach back and pull it out when, all of a sudden, a shadow seemed to materialize from thin air above the red magical treasure embedded in his back. It then clung tightly to Zhang Xiaofan.
The master of the red magical treasure seemed to be parasitic upon it.
A burst of wild laughter rang out from the darkness, and a sinister voice came from behind him. "You brats from the Azure Cloud Sect