"Junior Brother, stop bragging!" Ye Qingwu was hopping with anxiety. "Hurry and think of a way to escape!"
Hua Yan, Mu Jin, and the others added, "You absolutely must not confront a Nine-Star Grandmaster head-on. The gap between you is far too great; he can kill you with a single slap!"
"Kid, go to hell!" Elder Qian Xing roared from across the battlefield. He charged toward Lin Xuan, his palm reaching out to grab him.
It's over. He's doomed. Hua Yan and the others closed their eyes, unable to bear watching.
"Heh heh, the brat is finally dead. Serves him right!" Chu Yue sneered.
Jian Wushuang shook his head and sighed, while Wan Tianming and the others despaired, certain that Lin Xuan was truly doomed and would fall here.
Ye Qingwu let out a sharp cry, drew her sword, and rushed forward. She intended to block the blow for Lin Xuan.
However, Lin Xuan was even faster.
