"Impossible?" Bei Guo Zhenming smiled faintly and pointed. "Look at Xiao Hua's current state. Even if the five Wen Scrolls could not take his life, they have blasted him to the point where his oil was spent and his lamp had run dry. If immortal friend is willing, you may fly down now and kill him! That tremendous merit will be yours!"
Xi Bohong's heart stirred, yet his figure remained as steady as a boulder, not moving in the slightest. Xiao Hua looked exceedingly weak at the moment, but upon his split and torn face, that unyielding fighting intent was as tangible as substance, making everyone unable to meet his gaze directly. Of the five, not one dared to step forward and challenge him!!!
"Something is wrong. There is something strange about Xiao Hua!" Jiang Yuming frowned, deep puzzlement flashing through his eyes. "Xiao Hua's injuries are so severe, so why... why is there not a trace of blood anywhere on his body?"
"Oh, indeed!" Xi Bohong cried out in surprise. "Even when one employs a Daoist Dharma Body, that Dharma Body is flesh and blood, not an illusion. If the Dharma Body is injured, there should certainly be blood!"
"A Daoist secret technique!" Baihou Yuqin said flatly. "Xiao Hua is luring us into the jar."
"No need to overthink it!" Leng Qingge's eyes flickered uncertainly as well. He shouted, "We still have the Five Brocade Cloud Diagram. Do not entertain any wishful hopes. Hurry and prepare the Emperor's Wrath!"
Having said this, Leng Qingge swept his gaze over Baihou Yuqin and Bei Guo Zhenming again, then said lightly, "For this final strike, we must work together with one heart. Do not slack off!"
"Yes, we understand!" Bei Guo Zhenming and Baihou Yuqin's hearts tightened, and they immediately answered along