Feigning weakness before the enemy was his strategy. He had already used it once, to great effect, and now it was beginning to work again. Zhao Sheng saw it too: ever since he had begun attacking the Defensive Formation, Zhou Tianlong had started taking a beating from Mu Zhihong, suffering injuries that kept multiplying.
Zhou Tianlong's miserable state made him smug and lifted his spirits.
"Hahaha! Let's see how long you can hold out! Once I catch those little wenches, I'll play with them right in front of you and send them into the throes of ecstasy!"
"You little bastard, weren't you supposed to be so formidable? That's what you get for looking down on me! There's still time to beg. I'll give you a quick death."
Zhao Sheng attacked the Defensive Formation with his Flying Sword while smugly mocking Zhou Tianlong.
Zhou Tianlong's eyes shifted as a plan came to him. Keeping his vital areas clear, he pretended to fail to block Mu Zhihong's Flying Sword and let the strike send him flying. Seeing Zhou Tianlong hurtling away, spraying blood, the others burst into laughter.
Convinced victory was in the bag, they laughed smugly, none of them noticing anything amiss about the angle at which Zhou Tianlong had been sent flying.
Zhou Tianlong was flying toward a spot ahead and to one side of Zhao Sheng. He deliberately spat out another mouthful of blood in midair, making their blood surge with excitement.
One of the lackeys sent his Flying Sword toward Zhou Tianlong, hoping to reap an easy reward.
As Zhao Sheng continued laughing and attacking the Defensive Formation-
Suddenly, Zhou Tianlong threw an Explosive Thunderfire Talisman each at Mu Zhihong, who was pursuing him, and the other lackey hoping to reap an easy reward. Two fireballs crackling with