The Eighth Hall Master was now filled with resentment toward Kui Yong.
In his view, Kui Yong could easily kill Huang Xiao and the others.
Yet Kui Yong had not done so.
Kui Yong himself was fine; he wanted to make a game of life.
But people like him, including Mo Pozheng and the others, were all in danger. Was the Ancestor simply going to turn a blind eye?
"Ah!"
A scream rang out. Leng Guhan's sword had struck the Eighth Hall Master, leaving him bleeding profusely.
They had gained the advantage here, but Huang Xiao and the others were still making little headway.
Wu Xuancang sighed inwardly, somewhat helpless.
He knew Li Bai and Pei Lingsha had already done their utmost. Their faces were deathly pale, their entire bodies trembled, and even Ganjiang and Moye in their hands were quivering and ringing. They had already unleashed their power to the limit.
What else can we do? Wu Xuancang could think of nothing.
He desperately wanted to rush over and seize the Soaring Immortal Fruit from that young man.
But if the Soaring Immortal Fruit destroyed itself, they would have no chance left at all.
He shared the same hope as most of the others.
They hoped that, upon seeing the current situation, this young man would willingly hand over the Soaring Immortal Fruit.
Although they all had their own selfish interests, they were also acting now to spare the entire Jianghu from slaughter.
"Hurry up! Whatever other tricks you have, use them now and let me see them!" Kui Yong laughed heartily. "What a thrill! This is what it feels like to be invincible-the loneliness of invincibility!"
Kui Yong laughed, but the hearts of Huang Xiao and the others sank.
Hm? Suddenly, Huang Xiao's heart gave a jolt.
He