Although the old man in green's face was pale, he still held himself upright. Staring at Shen Xiu, he shouted.
"Ha ha ha, do you think anyone can still save you now?"
Shen Xiu could not help sneering. "Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, I'll send you to report to King Yama first."
As soon as he spoke, Shen Xiu attacked without hesitation. Behind him, Dragon-Phoenix Phantoms suddenly condensed into form.
"Screech!"
With a clear phoenix cry, Shen Xiu's body seemed to transform into a fiery-red phoenix. Spreading his wings, he soared high, then dived down and blasted fiercely toward the old man in green.
"What? This... this is... the power of the Dragon-Phoenix Wings? How is that possible? How could you possibly cultivate the Dragon-Phoenix Wings?"
Sensing that terrifying fluctuation of power, the old man in green widened his eyes, his face filled with profound shock.
"Hmph, I told you that you were destined to fall here today."
Shen Xiu looked coldly at the old man in green and spoke indifferently. Then he suddenly swung his arm and threw another punch at him.
"Bang!"
The old man in green had no way to resist and was sent flying by Shen Xiu's blow, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"No... no... impossible... How could you possess the power of the Dragon-Phoenix Wings?"
The old man in green stared at Shen Xiu with a face full of unwillingness and roared loudly.
He had never expected the three great guards he had painstakingly nurtured to be defeated so easily—and defeated so miserably.
"Hehe, nothing in this world is impossible. Since you refuse to surrender, then you can only die."
As Shen Xiu spoke, he once again swung the long staff in his hand and smashed it