"Take a step back? Why should I take a step back?"
Lu Ren sneered, his longsword slashing down in a frenzy. Every strike sent Jian Tiange coughing up blood.
Wu Jianqing wanted to step forward and rescue him again, but Lu Ren's five Sword Qi clones held her firmly in check.
"If you dare kill me, the Divine Sword Sect will never let you off!"
Jian Tiange roared, his eyes bloodshot.
"Idiot. Do you think that, as the Void of Destiny, I would fear any force? Even the Divine Court wants to capture me—why would I care about your Divine Sword Sect?"
Lu Ren sneered, his longsword continuing to hack and slash.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Jian Tiange kept blocking, until his arm finally trembled and the Three-Patterned Divine Sword in his hand was sent flying. Lu Ren stabbed him more than a dozen times in succession, blood spraying as his aura withered away.
Wu Jianqing tried to break free of the five Sword Qi clones' blockade, but it was utterly useless. Those martial Sword Qi clones moved their swords at will, equivalent to five powerful swordsmen. They were no weaker than ordinary Divine Lord Ninth Layer martial artists; even if they could not defeat Wu Jianqing, they could still trap her.
Lu Ren's dozen-plus sword strikes landed on Jian Tiange, and his final sword nailed him to the sword mountain.
"No... Lu Ren... don't kill me!"
Despair and terror filled Jian Tiange's face.
From childhood until now, Jian Tiange had always stood out like a crane among chickens. Everyone feared him, and even when facing certain divine sons, he could still suppress them.
He had never imagined that one day, he would face such danger.
Even if he were to encounter danger, it should have been on the Divine