The aura soared to the heavens, transforming the celestial phenomena within dozens of miles around. Clouds gathered, obscuring the sunlight with streaks of crimson pulsing through them. Jiu Zizai's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
"Azure Blood Art?"
"Nonsense!"
In his furious yell, he was about to strike, to subdue this familiar junior, destroy his Inner Strength, and perhaps even spare him a few more years of life. But at this moment, He Yuxuan enveloped by the might of his weapon, harbored a death wish, his strikes vicious, seemingly without mercy, aimed directly at vital points, and Gong Yu, who had previously bested him, was sent flying after only a few exchanges.
Clutching his sword, he knelt on the ground, his face growing paler, unable to strike again.
