Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.
Zhao Ruilin and Qi Qingmei had comparable cultivation.
But Qi Qingmei had the Bright Moon Divine Sword, while Zhao Ruilin had lost the Giant Spirit Sword.
Coupled with her decisive judgment in the heat of the moment, it had led to such an extreme outcome.
Judging from the course of their exchange, it did not look like a clash between masters of the same level and realm.
Zhao Ruilin had been suppressed from start to finish, never able to catch his breath, until he was grievously injured and beyond saving.
Spitting out chunks of flesh meant that his internal organs had already shattered. His life was hanging by a thread.
Qi Qingmei abruptly retreated and shouted, "Fall back!"
Seeing his condition, Zhou Zhongming and the other two also became wary and swiftly withdrew more than ten meters.
Bang! Zhao Ruilin slammed heavily into a tree, sending leaves drifting down in a flurry.
Bang! A bird's nest from the tree struck his head with uncanny precision.
"Pwah!" He spat out another mouthful of blood, then slumped weakly against the roots, glaring fiercely at Qi Qingmei and the other three.
Chu Zhiyuan had already retreated behind him, standing outside his field of vision.
Lu Gengshen shook his head. "So this is all? The Giant Spirit Sect's Sect Master only has this much skill?"
"Ha ha ha..." Zhao Ruilin suddenly burst into laughter.
Fresh blood continued to pour from his mouth, staining his lapels and the dead leaves before him red.
Li Xinhe said, "Not convinced?"
"Convinced? Ha ha..."
Zhao Ruilin laughed without stopping.
He found it absurd, inexplicable, as though Heaven itself were deliberately opposing him.
He had clearly set this up to lure out that Evil Venerable, yet these four top experts had come instead.
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