Nanming Gong was too fast—so fast that almost no one had time to react.
The four Immortal Envoys wore exceedingly grim expressions. They were responsible for overseeing the faction battle.
Although killing was not forbidden in the faction battle, Nanming Gong, an outsider, had tried to kill Lu Ren. That was a failure of duty on their part.
But Nanming Gong had moved too quickly. His palm imprint was already bearing down on Lu Ren's head, and Nanming Gong himself was a powerful Fragmented Immortal cultivator. Lu Ren was undoubtedly doomed.
"Damn it!"
Lu Ren's expression darkened. A flash gleamed between his brows, and the Array Domain Sword Soul swept forth from his forehead, erupting with terrifying power as it pierced toward the enormous palm imprint in the air.
Boom!
The palm imprint and the sword soul collapsed at the same time. Lu Ren was also sent flying, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his lips.
"He blocked it!"
Everyone was stunned by the sight.
That had been an attack from a Fragmented Immortal cultivator, yet Feng Shaoyu had actually blocked it—and had only been forced back a few steps.
"What is going on?"
Nanming Gong frowned and prepared to strike once more.
However, just as Nanming Gong raised his hand, a terrifying surge of immortal power shot out from one direction and slammed into him, blasting him away. He crashed to the ground and vomited blood wildly.
"Daring to disrupt the faction battle? Are you courting death?!"
One of the Immortal Envoys snorted coldly and waved his hand, sending a medicinal pill before Lu Ren. "You were seriously injured by him. Take this pill, then face the challenges to come!"
"Alright!"
Lu Ren nodded, swallowed the pill, and slowly began recovering from his injuries.
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