"Die, Wu Tian."
Master Jian Yin, seeing Wu Tian’s attention focused entirely on his daughter, seized the opportunity and thrust his sword towards Wu Tian’s back.
Master Jian Yin’s eyes were fierce; he must strike true with this blow. By the time Dao Feng and others realized the situation, it was already too late.
Master Jian Yin’s sword finally pierced Wu Tian’s back.
A cold smile touched the corner of Master Jian Yin’s mouth; he knew things would turn out this way.
Seeing Wu Tian’s glory made him long uncomfortable; he had been waiting all along.
He waited impatiently, feeling miserable inside, but he kept telling himself he must wait, as long as he waited for the right moment.
All glory might still belong to him.
Now, with the sword having pierced Wu Tian, Master Jian Yin had only one thought in his mind.
The heavens do not disappoint the determined!
In the end, he has won.
But the next moment,
"Clang."
The point where the sword struck Wu Tian’s back emitted a sound like metal clashing.
"How can this be?" His eyes widened, finding it hard to believe.
How could things have turned out differently?
"Scram."
Wu Tian slapped backhandedly,
"Smack."
As if swatting a fly,
Master Jian Yin was sent flying backward.
But Wu Tian couldn’t be bothered with Master Jian Yin; with one slap dealing a fatal blow, Master Jian Yin was bound to die.
Now, his concern was the young fellow facing Zhan Sha’s full-force palm strike. The young fellow grunted, flipped his hand, and the Golden Brick appeared.
At the same time, the bright magical beast, Silver Spirit Child, perched like a hairpin on the young fellow’s hair, also assisted in time.
In the space around, complex ripples emanated.
Zhan Sha never realized he’d fallen under the bright magical beast’s Illusion Technique, as he slammed his palm towards the young fellow’s head, hitting only the left side where no one stood.
When the palm struck empty, Zhan Sha realized the young fellow in his eyes was merely an illusion.
"Not good."
"This is an Illusion Technique."
"Retreat quickly."
Zhan Sha hurriedly withdrew.
"Your defeat is already certain." The young fellow snickered and used the Qiankun Ring. The Qiankun Ring, on the young fellow’s finger, began rotating, gathering more and more power.
Looking over, Zhan Sha, still ensnared by the illusion, saw the young fellow only playing with a floral ring.
"How can a little floral ring defeat me?"
"You’re blind." The young fellow chuckled again and finally threw the Qiankun Ring.
Seeing the ring coming towards him, Zhan Sha immediately punched it heavily.
"Boom!"
A wave of energy erupted in the arena, the fierce blast spread like a storm.
Afterward, everyone saw a figure flying backward, like a punctured balloon, crashing heavily onto the ground and spewing out a mouthful of crimson blood.
Due to the illusion, he mistakenly saw the Qiankun Ring as a floral ring, Zhan Sha underestimated, and now was struck by the Qiankun Ring.
Dead!
"We’ve lost completely."
"There’s no hope left."
The soldiers of the Azure Empire, seeing the Great General dead, knelt one by one, chilled to the bone.
"Not satisfying enough." The young fellow suddenly sighed, "I need more opponents."
His eyes glanced towards Dao Feng, Lv Dongbin, and others’ direction.
They immediately dropped their heads, not daring to compete with the young fellow even for a moment.



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