The newcomer was none other than Li Xiaoya, who had been hiding at the rear, watching the battle. He had never intended to wade into these muddy waters, but although Ma Weiqi and Zhang Hong's strange behavior had raised no suspicions among the other cultivators, it had caught his attention. Then he saw Zhang Hong in danger. After all, they knew each other from the same peak, and she was a breathtaking beauty, so he had no choice but to intervene. Besides, watching Sun Xing swagger around flaunting his power had left him decidedly irritated.
"Tch! To think I even let you put on a fine show of the hero saving the beauty. I'm so jealous!" Sun Xing gave his long sword a few disgruntled swings and curled his lip.
"Hehe, and you got to play the scoundrel." Li Xiaoya withdrew the Vacuum Ring's Protective Barrier, set Zhang Hong down, and chuckled. Suddenly, his tone changed, as though he had remembered something, and he said in an exaggerated voice, "Oh! I almost forgot-you were already scum!"
"Hmph, enough lip. Take this!" Sun Xing snorted coldly and lunged at Li Xiaoya, slashing at him with his red long sword.
Clang! Red and yellow spiritual light flashed in Li Xiaoya's hand, and the Fire Dragon Sword appeared, instantly blocking Sun Xing's red long sword.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Once Li Xiaoya and Sun Xing clashed, their fight looked nothing like a battle between cultivators. Instead, it resembled the close-quarters fighting of martial artists in the mortal world. Only those with a discerning eye knew that close combat between cultivators was far more dangerous and destructive. Only first-rate experts could fight this way, because a close-combat cultivator faced greater demands on his defensive abilities, his predictive divine sense, and the depth