Especially when facing powerful enemies, the three of them could even keep improving during battle according to the opponent they faced.
That was what made geniuses terrifying.
Yan Che quickly tasted the bitter fruit of underestimating them. These three were simply infuriatingly difficult to deal with. His expression turned exceedingly grim. If this continued, perhaps Jingyuan City's flooding would be over, and he would still be fighting them.
That would not do. Yan Che decided to borrow external force. It was admittedly humiliating, but as long as everyone who witnessed it died, no one would ever know.
"Fuck, this bastard's about to cheat!"
Bian Chunchou shouted and was about to pull out the protective talisman his master had given him and throw it out. But faster than him came a powerful Beyond-Heaven Willow Sweep—or rather, not a willow sweep at all, but a soft wisp like a spring breeze brushing through willow branches.
This breeze of soft wisps came from Wen Xu's Small Jade Bottle Secret Realm.
With a smack, Yan Che fell to the ground. He still clutched a High-Grade Violent Talisman tightly in his hand. Perhaps until his death, he never understood who had struck and killed him.
But that did not matter, because he was already dead.
"A-Xu, your injuries are serious. Senior Si Ying actually left behind such a mess—how troubling." A strand of divine sense drifted out from the Small Jade Bottle Secret Realm. Unexpectedly, it was neither Her Majesty Zhaoxia nor Lord Jun in her little-girl form, but a tall, dashing female cultivator. "Eh? How are you already Middle Golden Core?" Oh no, that dragon was going to show off again.
"You..."
"Heal yourselves first, then save the others. And you two little ones as well." Jun Zhaoying could not help glancing once more