Zhao Jie, Zhang Kuang, and Yan Hao's expressions changed drastically. They hurriedly circulated their spiritual power to defend themselves.
Zhao Jie's azure Sword Qi hummed violently. His arms went numb, and he staggered back again and again.
Cracks appeared on Zhang Kuang's black saber, while the aftershock churned his blood and Qi.
Yan Hao's flames extinguished in an instant. He could not help retreating several steps, his face immediately turning pale.
They had never imagined that Fenglong's strength could be so terrifying.
Fenglong's eyes brimmed with contempt, as though he were looking at a pack of clowns prancing on a stage. "With this little strength, you dare make a move against me?"
His figure flashed, transforming into a streak of purple light as he charged at Zhao Jie first.
The Purple Lightning Light-Splitting Sword in his hand trembled slightly, and Sword Qi erupted once more, surging from one zhang to several as it viciously slashed toward Zhao Jie's chest.
Zhao Jie's expression changed abruptly, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block.
But he simply could not withstand the might of the top-grade spiritual artifact, the Purple Lightning Light-Splitting Sword. With a crack, not only was his Azure Thunder Sword cleaved in two, the purple Sword Qi also pierced through his defense and instantly sank into his chest.
Pfft!
Zhao Jie spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backward and crashed heavily onto the ground, barely clinging to life. He looked at Fenglong, a trace of unwillingness and venom flashing through his sinister eyes. "You... you dare kill me? Senior Brother Lei Yuan will never let you off!"
Fenglong strolled up before him and looked down, his eyes utterly calm. "At least you will not live to see it!"
With that, the Purple Lightning Light-Splitting Sword flashed coldly