Water Source

Bang!

The Demon Refining Spear lashed like a blood-red bolt of lightning against the golden alms bowl Ling Xiao used to block, producing a deafening blast.

Ling Xiao's feet sank three inches into the ground, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, yet the fighting spirit in his eyes only intensified.

"At least now, I can make you waste a little more effort!"

Ling Xiao grinned as the golden alms bowl suddenly spun out of his hand, tracing a tricky arc through the air as it shot straight for Long Teng's temple.

Long Teng tilted his head slightly. The golden alms bowl grazed past his hair, carrying away several severed strands.

"Tricks of no consequence!"

He sneered, and the Demon Refining Spear abruptly shifted from a sweeping strike to a thrust, its tip gathering a pinpoint of scarlet light.

"Blood Demon Break!"

The red light at the spear tip suddenly erupted, transforming into a hair-thin streak of blood that instantly pierced through Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao let out a muffled groan. A bloody hole immediately appeared through his right shoulder, blood gushing from it.

"It's not over yet!"

Long Teng pressed his advantage without mercy. The Demon Refining Spear danced like a dragon before sweeping into Ling Xiao's waist again, sending him flying dozens of yards. He crashed through three ancient trees before finally stopping.

In the distance, Gu Sheng saw this scene, and the hand gripping his sword trembled slightly.

But he knew he could not afford to lose focus. Following Ling Xiao's advice, he completely released his control over the Taiji Seven Stars Sword.

"If the sword has a spirit, please lend me your strength."

Gu Sheng murmured softly, placing his palm gently against the hilt as the Spiritual Power within him flowed into the blade like