Suddenly, a loud sound snapped Lie Kong's attention back to the battlefield, his gaze tense as he checked the situation.
It turned out that Lin Yue had been sent flying, his body drenched in blood, covered in wounds. Yet, there wasn't the slightest hint of discouragement on his face. Wiping away blood from the corner of his mouth, he was smiling.
At first, Lie Kong didn't understand what Lin Yue was smiling about. But when he saw seven sword-wielding experts step forward, he realized—Lin Yue had just taken out two more.
"Worthy of the Jian Shen's heir. Let's see how long you can last." Lie Kong crossed his arms, watching below with interest, ready to intervene if necessary.
Lin Yue gripped his treasured sword tightly, preparing for a ferocious slash. All the Jian Qi gathered together, sharp and unparalleled.
The seven sword-wielding experts realized Lin Yue was about to go all out. Hastily, they grouped together, assuming defensive stances with their swords.
