What made the refined man's eyes split with rage even more was that the long stinger which had flung away his wife twisted in midair and was already before his daughter, stabbing straight toward her budding chest.
The refined man had long since become flustered and distraught. Every method at his disposal now seemed futile.
He knew that after splitting his strength to catch his wife, the light barrier protecting his daughter could not possibly withstand a single blow from that long stinger.
"No!"
He roared madly, bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, and immediately spat out a jet of blood straight at the long stinger. At the same time, he hurriedly dodged to one side.
"Ssh!"
"Ah!"
With a faint sound, the refined man's magical power had been divided again and again. Having just urgently used his blood essence, his own defenses weakened once more.
The many attacks had completely distracted him. His strength had already been inferior to Zhu Lixing's, and Zhu Lixing's attacks were so vicious that the refined man, lunging left and parrying right, had exhausted his strength.
Though he avoided the vital point of this attack and the short halberd did not strike the back of his head, it sliced through the arm holding the book.
In Zhu Lixing's eyes, his defenses were now riddled with flaws. Whenever Zhu Lixing fought an enemy, he likewise never stubbornly clashed head-on with them.
Though Zhu Lixing's appearance gave others the impression of brute savagery and ferocity, he was in truth exceptionally skilled at schemes and stratagems. Many only understood his cunning when death came for them.
Amid the refined man's miserable scream, one of his arms flew from his body, carrying his life-bound magic treasure as it shot aside through a rain of blood.