Along with the powerful sword intent, a man in white robes appeared before Qian Renxue, shielding her.
It was Zhao Su. He had rushed there as fast as he could and finally arrived at the last possible moment to save Qian Renxue.
"Senior Sister, with me here, you have nothing to fear!"
At the sight of Zhao Su, a complicated emotion flickered in Qian Renxue's eyes, but joy quickly replaced it.
"Zhao Su, you really have no fear of death. What good can you do alone?"
"Against the likes of you, I alone am enough!"
Zhao Su looked at Xian Hong and the dozens of God Realm experts behind him, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"Form the array!"
Xian Hong shouted and retreated as the dozens of God Realm experts behind him began shifting positions.
They surrounded Zhao Su, and a massive character for "demon" rose beneath their feet.
Then that character condensed into an enormous furnace cauldron.
It enveloped both Zhao Su and Qian Renxue.
"Today, I'll refine you and take you back as an offering to the Demon Venerable!"
Seeing Zhao Su trapped, Xian Hong grew arrogant.
"Three Thousand Dao Arts, Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits!"
As Zhao Su's voice rang out, countless sword phantoms burst forth, instantly shattering the Heaven-Refining Furnace.
Then thirty-six sword phantoms fused into a character for "slaughter."
"Ah!"
As the character rose, the Demon Tribe experts, Xian Hong included, turned to flee.
But every avenue of retreat had already been sealed. Escape was impossible.
Streams of sword intent burst forth, instantly annihilating the dozens of God Realm experts. At the same time, the sword intent fused again, devouring every last trace of their divine power.
All the divine power in Xian Hong's body was sealed. He could not even speak.
"Be on