"Not good!"
Seeing Yu Huatian vanish, all four men, Wu Ming included, blanched. They had no time to consider whether Yu Huatian was Wu Wudi's successor and immediately shot backward.
When they had no idea what would happen next.
Fleeing was human instinct!
But all four had just taken Yu Huatian's Ten Strongest Annihilation. Their blood and qi were still surging uncontrollably, their injuries were serious, and their speed had suffered greatly.
Hiss!
Before the four could retreat far, a gleam of sword light appeared out of thin air without warning, broke through their domains, and swept within several yards of them.
And this sword strike's first target was none other than-
Yuan Suiyun!
Whoosh!
Though he could not see, at that moment, Yuan Suiyun felt chilled to the bone, his scalp prickling as his sense of danger sounded ceaseless warnings.
He desperately wanted to flee, but he could not.
A terrifying sword intent had already locked onto him!
Then he felt a vast tide of sword momentum, like divine might, sweep toward him.
"Ah!"
Yuan Suiyun roared, his face contorted as he frantically circulated his vital energy with reckless abandon, forming a barrier around himself.
But in his severely wounded state, his meridians simply could not withstand his vital energy circulating at full speed. In an instant, he suffered a backlash. His meridians split under the pressure, and blood covered him, turning him into a figure of crimson.
But he paid it no heed.
Because he knew.
If he could not block this strike, he would die!
Now, only by staking everything and plunging into death to seek life might he find a sliver of hope.
Yet, in the end, no miracle came...
Even Wu Ming could not block Nine Swords Stacked, let alone him!
Rumble-
Amid waves a