Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless rays of sword light shot forth from Jian Wushuang's hands.
Each of them was as quick as lightning and all of them were extremely powerful. They came bursting toward the Samsara Temple Master one after the other with great momentum.
He used both hands this time. The black flames covering him increased once more, and even though he managed to block all of the strikes, he was scrambling to do so.
"That's about it. Stop now," said the Tang Emperor.
Jian Wushuang stopped striking with his sword and his figure retreated to the side.
It was only now that the Samsara Temple Master managed to catch his breath, but a smile appeared on his face.
"Haha." He laughed in an extremely carefree manner.
The other four Palace Masters also began laughing.
"Samsara, this time, you've been humiliated this time." Red Lotus teased.
