This sword strike stunned Jushu. He had thought dealing with Qin Luo was already a sure thing.
Yet unexpectedly, the power of Qin Luo's sword was not the least bit inferior to his own.
He panicked. He truly panicked.
This sword could not kill him, but Qin Luo only needed to block his attack and prevent him from ending the battle quickly. Then defeat would be his only outcome.
Jushu felt his scalp go numb, yet he still clung to a sliver of hope. He believed Qin Luo was very likely putting up a strong front while being weak within.
I only need to kill him. Kill him, and that will be enough! Jushu roared inwardly, unleashing all his power.
He smashed a fist viciously toward Qin Luo.
"Die! Die for me!"
Qin Luo slashed out with his sword, unstoppable as it split bamboo, charging ahead without regard for anything. At this moment, he was wholly prepared to wound the enemy by a thousand while injuring himself by nine hundred!
The energy within the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar had not been refined by him. It erupted and raged through his body, forcibly guided by him into this sword strike. Yet the energy inside the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar rampaged wildly, showing no consideration whatsoever for Qin Luo's condition.
Before he wounded the enemy, he had already wounded himself.
Qin Luo did not show it. He simply kept slashing.
Shen Wanning and the others all wore solemn expressions, standing ready. Once Qin Luo and Marquis Jushu clashed, they had to swarm forward together.
Because Shen Wanning had already given the order.
"After this Ghost Race member is wounded, we must fight with our lives. Both you and I must risk everything!" Her voice rang in An Ruoxi and Mei Yan's ears.
Naturally, An