"Father has always said that I wasn't your equal, Ling Wenlong, but I refuse to accept that."
Ling Wenyu's left sleeve hung empty, his body covered in scars, but he fought like a lion, slashing in and out of the enemy's encirclement, utterly disregarding his own safety.
Suddenly, Ling Wenyu's frame shuddered, abandoning his opponent and charging toward the side. Swords and knives thrust at him from every direction, and although he parried and weaved, some still grazed him, severing his left leg at the root.
Ling Wenlong's adversary was a Forbidden Martial Emperor from Outer Heaven, but their abilities fell short of his. After tens of thousands of exchanges, Ling Wenlong seized absolute initiative.
In an instant,
A shadow of a staff surged out; another Forbidden Martial Emperor from Outer Heaven launched a sneak attack on Ling Wenlong from the side. Ling Wenlong, unable to disengage, was about to meet his end under that staff.
With a thud!
