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Two of the three sword strikes landed, instantly carving two hideous wounds into the Purple Lightning Rushing Tiger. Blood spurted like a fountain, staining its once gleaming purple fur red.
Although its injuries were not life-threatening like the Beaconfire Iron Elephant's, they were by no means minor.
It had already been at a disadvantage in its duel with Ximen Rongcheng. These fresh wounds were frost piled upon snow, leaving it trapped in a desperate plight.
And how could Ximen Rongcheng, a formidable Titled Douluo, let such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away?
He raised his Karmaflame Demon Blade martial soul high. Red lotuses twined around the blade, lending it an otherworldly air as he unleashed the profound art Three Peerless Hell Blades.
In an instant, wails from hell seemed to echo between heaven and earth. Three fierce blade rays erupted from the weapon, brimming with boundless killing intent as they slashed viciously down at the Purple Lightning Rushing Tiger.
This strike was a judgment from hell, bearing irresistible power.
Everything changed as swiftly as a white steed flashing past a crack. In a mere minute, amid flashes of lightning and sparks, the entire battlefield underwent an earth-shattering upheaval, like a sand table swept by a gale.
The two imposing Saint Kings were now guttering candles in the wind, grievously wounded and barely breathing, their blood pooling across the ground.
Judging by the situation, the battle against the Saint Kings at Mountain Foot would soon draw to a close.
Even then, Shen, Lu, and Leng neither hesitated nor stopped. Soul power coursed beneath their feet as they rode their swords swiftly up the mountain.
Their decisive actions were like a sudden storm, striking before anyone could cover their ears against the thunder and