Yuan Ren no longer bothered with Sima Yang. Sima Yang wanted him and Wu Cang to fight to the death so he could reap the benefits, but Yuan Ren would not let him have his way.
He could still suppress his injuries for a while. With the three of them joining forces now, they should be able to severely wound Wu Cang even if his internal power had increased.
Three people appeared behind Sima Yang. No one from their Heavenly Evil Sect had gone to deal with Yuan Heng and the other three.
Seeing Sima Yang nod slightly, the three followed him toward Wu Cang, but likewise, they still showed no sign of attacking.
Although Wu Cang had Huang Xiao with him, he moved extremely quickly, reaching Meng He in an instant.
"Let's see how long you can hold out!" Meng He shouted, staring at Wu Cang's somewhat contorted face.
Wu Cang did not answer Meng He. Instead, he blasted out a punch.
Meng He snorted coldly and swung his sword backhanded. A fierce sword glint tore straight through the air, scattered the force of the punch, and shot toward Wu Cang.
But Wu Cang dodged the sword glint with a flicker of his body and charged straight toward another Enlightenment Realm expert from the Sword Pavilion beside Meng He.
"This is bad!" Meng He exclaimed, his expression changing.
He had shattered the force of Wu Cang's punch so easily. Something was clearly wrong.
But by the time he noticed, it was already a little too late. As Wu Cang darted in front of the other man, his right hand abruptly drew the Imitation Saber at his waist.
With a swish, a cold gleam flashed past as the Imitation Saber slashed straight toward the Sword Pavilion's Enlightenment Realm expert.
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