The Wager

Who knew that in the next instant, the leader would turn into a streak of bloodlight and flee in the opposite direction?

"..." The two Heaven Overturning Cult members left behind froze for a moment. Cursing inwardly, they turned to run.

A vast surge of wind-and-thunder Origin Energy raced toward them from the Hanging Sword Sect's gates, so fast that afterimages flickered through the air.

Just then, an even more terrifying presence descended.

The two remaining cultists felt a crushing pressure settle over them. Then came the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

When they saw what had fallen, the blood in their veins seemed to stop flowing.

The two comrades who had fled moments ago had been tossed onto the ground like that.

Killed in an instant!

Killed without a sound!

The two knew they were certain to die, but they still refused to give up. They activated Blood-Transforming Escape.

Before their bodies had fully turned insubstantial, the figure above them was already upon them.

Zhao Xuanji hovered in the air, his presence imposing as a mountain, his gaze cold.

He threw a punch!

Divine Ability: Azure Dragon Sky-Rending!

The phantom of an Azure Dragon burst from his fist as he twisted his body! Its fangs gleamed like metal... Its body swept forward wrapped in Wind-Wood Origin Energy, tearing one of the Heaven Overturning Cult's Gathered Origin Realm fighters into a cloud of blood!

The force of the blow had yet to fade. Overwhelming fist intent crashed down, driving the other cultist out of the air and into the ground. His bones cracked and popped throughout his body.

Just as he tried to activate his Secret Art and escape again, several flying swords of Origin Energy fell from the sky. They pierced his limbs with precision and pinned