Ju Feng, partially recovered in time enough to see Lang Hai executed the Oath of the Fallen Stars. He didn't know what the move was, but he could sense the deadliness of it. He tried to raise his hand but knew there was practically nothing he could do to help elder Wang Xiu as she spat out blood. In complete agony of the situation, Ju Feng kept on looking as the rogue blood cultivator lept into the air with authority. He swirled his glaive around and was bringing it down, only for every thing to change.
They had tried, but the end was inevitable. He closed his eyes as he waited for the killing blow to land on elder Cao Wang Xiu. However, instead of that, he felt a breeze of fresh air on his face. What? How could that be?
