"Boom!"
Another tremendous crash rang out!
Mist filled the sky. When it cleared, Qin Wuya was kneeling on one knee in midair, his feet on a flying disc and one hand braced on a Gilt-Gold Hammer, blood spattered all over him!
"Pfft!"
He threw back his head and spat out a cloud of blood. His magic robe tore apart completely, and jets of blood spurted from his body!
"Where's Zhao Chenxing? Did he win or lose?"
Zhao Yi could not help activating his Spirit-Piercing Dharma Eye, spiritual light shining in his eyes as he looked toward the battlefield.
"That bandit leader should still be alive! Where's Zhao Chenxing?"
"Grand Elder!"
Several Zhao Family cultivators rushed out of the formation and dragged a frail, dying old man back inside!
"Zhao Chenxing lost!"
At this sight, everyone understood, and their morale crumbled!
"Kill! Fight to the death! No retreat! Kill!"
Zhao Yi roared!
As though jolted awake, the cultivators beside him shouted in unison, "Kill!"
For a time, they became locked in battle again!
"Die!"
With a furious shout, Zhao Xingyue swept past the bandit cultivator facing him and lunged at Qin Wuya. Strike while he was weakened and take his life!
"Clang!"
A Golden Light Shield appeared around Qin Wuya, blocking Zhao Xingyue's attack!
Like a maddened tiger, Zhao Xingyue paid no heed to the bandit cultivator behind him and continued his furious assault on the Golden Light Shield!
Within a few short breaths, the Golden Light Shield shattered, and a Flying Sword stabbed toward Qin Wuya!
"Clang!"
The twin hammers struck together, catching Zhao Xingyue's Flying Sword squarely between them!
Qin Wuya grinned at Zhao Xingyue, then crushed a Spirit Talisman. A golden streak of Sword Light flashed past.
Several breaths later, a line of blood appeared on Zhao Xingyue's