On the steps.
Weng Sanren looked utterly terrified as he watched the sword light slash straight toward his skull.
"Brother, why...?!"
He shouted, his face pale, urgently mobilizing the star source within him. His figure actually slipped aside like a ghost, evading that fatal strike.
Ren Ye activated Holy Eyes and instantly caught an opening as Weng Sanren turned and dodged. With a mere flick of his right wrist, his blade swept sideways.
Clang!
The blade flashed with a keen edge as it swept across Weng Sanren's chest. At that moment, golden light suddenly flickered over his upper body.
Bang!
The sword light struck his chest, sending Weng Sanren flying backward. His body sailed more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.
The sheer force of the sword had knocked him flying.
Now everyone noticed that, after taking Ren Ye's strike, Weng Sanren's chest had not split open, nor had blood sprayed out. Only his outer robe had been shredded by the sword energy.
He slumped on the ground, revealing a close-fitting suit of golden armor. That was what had blocked the sword light for him.
The old bastard certainly had plenty of ways to save his skin, and his footwork for escaping was far ahead of the rest...
Anyone else would have found it extremely difficult to evade that fatal sword light while Ren Ye had Holy Eyes activated.
On the steps, Poison Wine Flask looked at the golden armor Weng Sanren wore and murmured, "That looks like... something from the imperial household."
"Why are you trying to kill me? Why?!" Sitting bedraggled on the ground, Weng Sanren roared furiously, "What have I done to offend you?"
"Yes."
At that moment, Big Fat Dragon also asked, "Young Master, Hundred-Flower Immortal, why are you two ganging up on