Boom!
Perhaps because he was too excited, Zhai Mo abruptly let the strength drain from his hands and could no longer withstand the pressure of the enormous sword shadow overhead.
Shing!
Just then, Xu Taiping, standing beside Zhai Mo, abruptly drew the long saber at his waist and slashed a Dragon-Slaying Form toward the enormous sword shadow about to descend with a swish.
Boom!
Amid a deafening explosion of air, Xu Taiping's Dragon-Slaying Form Blade Shadow collided heavily with the sword shadow formed by the Cloud Court Thirteen Swords Sword Formation.
Although he had not gathered momentum for long, nor used much of his own true essence or blood qi, his slash still shattered the Cloud Court Thirteen Swords' sword shadow.
The fierce blade force of the Dragon-Slaying Form even came close to throwing the Cloud Court Thirteen Swords Sword Formation into disarray.
But in mere moments, the Cloud Court Thirteen Swords steadied their formation again.
After all, Xu Taiping had delivered that slash in haste; it was not enough to break the Cloud Court Sword Formation outright.
Thus, he remained perfectly calm.
He calmly sheathed his saber, then took a packet of antidote from inside his robe and held it out to Zhai Mo, saying without turning his head:
"Take this packet of antidote."
"Thank you, Young Master!"
Zhai Mo wasted no words. After thanking him, he caught the packet in his mouth and swallowed the antidote, paper wrapper and all.
"Young Master?"
At the head of the hall, Yun Mubai was startled at the sight, then stared at the disguised Xu Taiping with utter bewilderment and murmured:
"Zhai Mo mentioned that their leader was a young master named Rusty Lion. Could this be him?"
But after hesitating for only a breath or two, Yun Mubai made his decision