After realizing such important information, Ye Zhuixun gritted his teeth and stopped dodging the daggers. Instead, he endured the pain of the daggers slashing through his skin and activated the Earth, Storm, and Water concepts.
âWild Lion Roar!â
This punch that carried the Earth confinement concept trapped the daggers...
âWild Lion Roar!â
This punch carried the Storm concept and shattered the daggers.
âWild Lion Roar!â
This punch carried the Water Penetration concept and corroded the daggers...
Hiss!
The piercing sound of the daggers clashing sent chills running down everyoneâs spine...n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âNo! Somethingâs wrong!â
The complexion of Fang Wenyangâs friend suddenly worsened. âWenyang! Withdraw your daggers now!â
However, it was already too late!
âPfftââ
Fang Wenyangâs mouth parted, and blood gushed out. His eyeballs rolled to the back of his head, and his face turned pale. He lost his consciousness and collapsed onto the ground.
At the same time, his seven remaining daggers fell onto the ground, losing their sharp and frosty glint.
âOh my God!â The audience gasped. They widened their eyes in disbelief as they looked at the scene in front of them...
âWenyang!â Fang Wenyangâs friend furiously bellowed and immediately helped him up.
âDamn it! These annoying ants injured Wenyang so severely!â
âI want all of them to die as revenge for him!â
These cold, violent, and murderous words made everyone fall silent. A greater sense of despair, fear, and unease spread across the crowd.
âHow could this happen?â
âCanât we leave this place alive today?â
The outcome could not be changed regardless of whether they won or lost. How could they change their fate?
Even Mu Wuxin felt hopeless. âBrother Hong, Young Master Feng, will they really kill all of us? But there are quite some significant people here, even you, Brother Hong. Your Hong Family is the branch family of the Hong Family in the Royal Palace. Do they really dare to kill us?â
Hong Qinghe closed his eyes. âOther people might not dare to kill us. But they... Didnât you see the Golden Dragon decree tied to his waist? Only royal princes have that decree...â
When Mu Wuxin and Young Master Feng heard that, they shuddered. Despairing expressions appeared on their faces.
âCough...â
After being slashed by the daggers, Ye Zhuixunâs robes were now tattered. His body was covered in blood, and his clothes were disheveled. With his legs losing their strength, he almost fell onto his knees.
Below the battle stage, Lou Qianxue frowned. She turned into a flash and disappeared...
Lou Xiaoxiao, who was clenching her fists, heaved a sigh of relief. âIs Qianxue... going to attack now?â
When Lou Qianxue reappeared, she was already on the battle stage. She passed a blood ginseng to Ye Zhuixun. âEat this.â
Blood ginseng was one of the spiritual herbs Master Huo gave her. It had impressive medicinal effects for healing wounds.
However, the blood ginseng that Master Huo had given her was only a hundred years old. It was after being nourished by the magical tree for a few days that the ginseng now had the medicinal effects of a thousand-year-old blood ginseng.
Ye Zhuixun looked at Lou Qianxue with a grateful expression. âThank you, Master.â
Lou Qianxue shook her head. âI want you to know that I didnât intervene and rescue you for you to stop. Until your life is at risk, I wonât stop you from fighting.â
âMaster, thank you for letting me fight to the end and prove myself. After all, defeating Third Young Master is not enough and Hong Qinghe is still a realm above me. However, defeating Fang Wenyang is different! I believe that the person who is noticing me will definitely feel very happy after seeing this.â
Lou Qianxue became silent for a while. âThatâs good. Go and rest. Leave everything else to me.â