th anger. He kept glancing at the fat cultivator, as if seeking help.Liu Laer's face was full of pain, and golden stars were dancing before his eyes. He couldn't even speak a word.Lu Ye let out a cold...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

Thell, something in the netherworld shifted. Feng Yue distinctly felt a connection between her battlefield insignia and the Heavenly Machine Pillar of the Bixue Sect, an invisible link that had never bee...