Lü Bufan felt a jolt run through him, and the old ox Crouching Dragon had already seized his shoulder and taken flight just above the ground. As his blood and qi surged, all he could see was the world spinning around him, as though he had entered a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow.
He had no idea how long the sensation lasted. Only when his Divine Soul and body suddenly stopped as though they had struck a boulder did he feel the pain tearing through his entire bodily shell...
The old ox Crouching Dragon sighed. "Fool... that damned fatty!"
Lü Bufan calmed the blood and qi churning in his chest and looked closely. He and the old ox Crouching Dragon had returned to the sword peak beside Wushan City.
A great battle had ended! The entire site of the Wei Clan's ruined Wushan City had undergone an earth-shaking transformation...
The Liu Clan Sword Cultivator Elder looked utterly grim. The great sword in his hand had been broken in two. Xu Yi, the Taihua Sect's deputy sect master, was also pale as he stared resentfully at the figure before Sword-Sacrificing Peak. Blood dripped from the fingers of his left hand; he was clearly injured.
As his arm trembled, the old ox Crouching Dragon again explained to Lü Bufan through a voice transmission, "The four of them took turns attacking that damned fatty just now. Xu Yi of the Taihua Sect probably had an understanding with him over the Sword-Nurturing Platform and didn't strike hard... that injury was mostly for appearances, too. Immortal Maiden Gu Yue didn't strike to kill either... the Liu Clan Sword Cultivator staked his life on it, and both he and the damned fatty were badly wounded. What I didn't expect was that old bastard from