Boom!
That terrifying sword strike crashed down above Yan Ji's head beneath countless watchful eyes, only to be directly blocked by Yan Ji's great halberd.
Yet Yan Ji's body shook as though struck by lightning, explosions ringing out continuously. His entire body flew backward and slammed heavily onto the Immortal Arena, then slid wildly across the platform, leaving behind a trail of blood.
Just as Yan Ji was about to slide off the arena, his right hand clamped desperately onto its edge.
Seeing this, Lu Jiantu walked over and asked coldly, "Still refusing to admit defeat?"
"I haven't lost!"
Yan Ji replied coldly.
"With nothing but a scrap of pride left, what can you possibly change? You carry the honor of the Demon Immortal Clan on your back, and do I not carry the honor of the Dao One Immortal Realm? Our battle concerns the morale of both sides!"
Lu Jiantu looked down at Yan Ji, who was hanging onto the Immortal Arena with one hand, and spoke icily.
"I haven't lost!"
Yan Ji roared. His hand was just about to exert force and pull himself back onto the arena when Lu Jiantu's Sword Dao Laws brutally suppressed him. He could only hang from the edge of the Immortal Arena with one hand, utterly unable to rise.
"Are you still unwilling to admit defeat?"
Lu Jiantu's voice was cold as frost.
"I haven't lost!"
Yan Ji's words were firm and resolute.
Swish!
A streak of sword light flashed like lightning. One of Yan Ji's fingers flew away like a severed branch, blood spraying in all directions like a bursting spring.
Yan Ji's little finger had actually been cut off by Lu Jiantu.
The members of the Demon Immortal Clan who witnessed this scene were all enraged, their hair seeming to