Kill for me!
This shout, containing all of Li Jue's remaining True Yuan, traveled miles, its force like thunder, making Li Xingkui's eardrums buzz, and the dark red Broken Soul Blood Hand, as if receiving a command, halted its release and began to grip tighter instead!
At this, Li Xingkui felt a surge of joy in his heart, knowing that Li Jue had regained control of the situation!
And by the sound of it, he truly intended to kill Zhao Yang!
Killing Zhao Yang would be good, an end to all troubles, as long as Zhao Yang could be destroyed, anything was acceptable!
In an instant, Zhao Yang suddenly felt an overwhelming oppressiveness engulf him, a pressure heavier than mountains, more terrifying than suffocation!
In Zhao Yang's hand was a Silver Bamboo Needle, shaking violently in his grip!
He simply couldn't perform the last needle of the Defying Death Nine Needles with his current level of skill!
