Qin Fen had no idea what had happened. He had been struggling a moment ago, but suddenly, blocking the Immortal-Slaying Sword was no longer a strain. In fact, it seemed... it seemed damn easy. Speechless, Big Chef took out a bottle of Mizone and had a sip. All that fighting had made him thirsty.
The Queen Mother was calling for help. Seeing Qin Fen drinking left her utterly bewildered. As he lifted the bottle, the dented membrane of light abruptly sprang back and sent the Immortal-Slaying Sword flying.
Bizarre. Absolutely bizarre. Dongwang Gong, who had seemed moments away from capture, had turned the tables in an instant. Nobody could wrap their head around it.
The Queen Mother stared blankly at that familiar figure, almost choking on her frustration. Had her plea for help just now been unnecessary?
"He's drinking water?" Matchmaker Yue lost his composure. They were facing Slaying Immortals, after all.
"Does this count as a halftime break? Dongwang Gong must be planning a war of attrition!" Lü Dongbin felt that it was not his understanding that was lacking; the world was simply changing too fast.
"You're way too carefree!" Li Jing wanted to die. How could he do that in such a tense situation?
Pfft! Taiyi spat out a mouthful of blood.
Qin Fen really was a little parched. A sip to catch his breath, and then they could get back to it. He did not understand why his strength had suddenly become inexhaustible, but it was certainly a good thing.
Lord Lao was stunned. "This definitely isn't because of the Auspicious Three Treasures. What on earth is happening?" Sending the Immortal-Slaying Sword flying meant Qin Fen still had strength to spare, even against two Saints working together.
Zhen Yuanzi could not figure it out. "You can never