Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Zhao Wuji didn't bow his head to count the number of wounds on his body,

because he could see it all from Bai Wuxin's body.

Bai Wuxin had completely entered a crazed state of risking life for life.

Every sword strike was a killing blow, as well as a suicidal move.

If you wanted to kill him, you would be killed by him.

If you chose to evade, you likewise lost the chance to strike him down.

Moreover, each of his attacks was aimed at 'gaining' something.

Of course, he was willing to make sacrifices while acquiring it.

A grandmaster willing to fight to the death was terrifying.

So now, both were suffering heavy losses.

Zhao Wuji was truly afraid.

He wanted to make a name for himself, to take credit, to earn the favor of the royal family.

But he didn't want to die.

Bai Wuxin's white clothes were dyed red with blood, and cuts appeared one after another on his face, arms, and chest,

either long or short, sometimes a thin line, sometimes with flesh turned inside out.

Yet he seemed utterly indifferent.

That exceptionally beautiful face remained as aloof as ever, his eyes filled with ferocity and a killing aura.

Blood slid down the blade toward the tip of the Blood-Drinking Sword and then silently fell onto the sandy soil.

Bai Wuxin looked towards Zhao Wuji and raised his long sword once more.

"This sword will decide life and death,"

Bai Wuxin said indifferently.

He rarely spoke.

When he did, people couldn't help but wonder how such cold words could come from a thirty-seven-degree mouth?

Zhao Wuji's pupils constricted.

He could tell that the kid was getting impatient, losing patience with him.

Admitting it felt rather humbling, but it was the truth.

He had come to intercept, while the other had a much more important mission.

He was here to save a very important person...

Was he willing to sacrifice his own life to end the fight quickly?

He couldn't understand the psychology of these people.

Cultivating to break through realms was the most arduous and dangerous journey in this world.

To acquire civil and military arts, to trade them with the emperor's family.

Having finally advanced to a grandmaster after overcoming the mountain gate, one should enjoy life.

But why bother with life-and-death struggles?

Swords and sabers have no eyes!

Sadly, Bai Wuxin didn't understand this principle.

His body soared, turning into a silver flash of lightning lunging toward Zhao Wuji.

Attack without defense.

Wide open at the center.

Both hands gripped the sword, and he slashed fiercely at Zhao Wuji's face.

"Broken Sword Style"!

Slash!

It was a simple sword strike.

Yet it exerted more pressure than the most complicated sword style.

Zhao Wuji felt his body's energy was completely locked down.

No matter how he tried to use his saber to resist, this sword...

was the deciding blade, the sword of life and death.

This one sword was like a thousand swords attacking.

That cold, fierce, omnipresent Sword Qi completely enveloped him; his 'domain' was entirely shrouded.

This was the 'Domain Field' of a grandmaster.

A young man so young to be able to use the Sword Domain...

It was truly disheartening.

Zhao Wuji clenched his teeth, his grip on his East Pole Saber tightening.

Then, with a light tap of his toe on the ground, he flew backward.

Like a parting eagle, like a fleeing rabbit.

Like an arrow released from its bow.

Zhao Wuji ran.

Crack!

Sword Qi slashed onto the ground,

leaving a huge gash.

Like a scar, it lay uglier upon the delicate white sand.

Bai Wuxin's body slowly landed, he glanced at the direction Zhao Wuji vanished, then "pu-chi," a large mouthful of fresh blood was vomited out.

After all, Zhao Wuji was an established grandmaster, his cultivation realm far surpassing Bai Wuxin.

The reason he could hold on till now was mainly because his reckless fighting style had caught Zhao Wuji off guard.

Damaging the enemy eight hundred, self-sacrificing a thousand.

So, as Zhao Wuji fled wounded, the injuries in his internal organs grew even more severe.

The reason he declared the last sword was also to impose pressure on Zhao Wuji.

If Zhao Wuji didn't run, he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.

That sword would indeed have become his final strike.

Thankfully.

Fortunately, Zhao Wuji was afraid to die, he didn't dare to gamble, reluctant to give up the wealth and glory he had fought for.

Bai Wuxin sat on the ground, immediately reversing the flow of Yin Yang Qi within his body, letting them soothe and mend his internal injuries, balancing the chaotic energy inside him.

When he felt a little better, he quickly dashed towards the direction of White Dragon Port.

In a narrow passage, those who are desperate are the ones who can ultimately win.

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Ye Shenyi held respect for Lu Yu as a person, but it did not affect his eagerness to bring him back for a reward.

Lu Yu was an important figure, capturing him would count as a great achievement.

Just as he was preparing to carry Lu Yu's body away, a massive projectile descended from the sky.

No, it was a giant shadow.

Boom!

The man's body heavily crashed into the ground, smashing deep pits into the soft sandy soil.

Once the dust settled,

it revealed a simple, white-skinned, fat face.

Seeing the elderly man lying breathless under the old rusted ship, Little Fatty's eyes immediately reddened.

"Papa..."

Little Fatty's nose tingled, and tears flowed.

Little Fatty was prone to tears.

It had always been this way since childhood.

Crying when happy, crying when moved, and crying even more when wronged.

After yearning for this person, to find him in such a tragic state upon reunion, how could he bear it?

That was his kin, his family just like Tang Fei, his father...

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