Chapter 106: Crushing the Master with Wild Fist Techniques

g"Back then, when his identity was exposed, he was chased by cultivators from all over Wanmo Ridge. Tang Wu also once stepped forward to help him resolve the crisis. If it wasn't for Tang Wu appearing...With flashing blades, Lu Ye swung another blow. Zhou, his senior brother, raised his sword to block. In the past, he would have certainly thrust towards the opponent's hand holding the blade, confident that he could wound him before the attack landed.

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With his weapon broken, this was undoubtedly bad news for Zhou Shixiong.

In a blink of an eye, he saw the blade of Lu Ye's saber descend. He had no strength left to resist.

After a few moments, Lu Ye stood bathed in blood. His right hand, which held the sword, trembled violently. He had lost a lot of blood, making his face pale.

Before him, Zhou Shixiong lay sprawled in a pool of blood. His body twitched spasmodically, and his mouth was filled with blood, coughing intermittently. The golden light that had once enveloped him was long since shattered by Lu Ye's several strikes. On his body were deep wounds visible to the bone, the most severe being on his neck. That blow almost beheaded him.

Furthermore, there are many ferocious beasts and demonic creatures in this jungle. The smell of blood will draw them all together.

Yiyī nodded and ordered Amber with a gesture. Amber immediately bent down, waiting for Yiyī to carry Lúyè onto the tiger's back before standing up.

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Yiyin picked up the long blade that had fallen from Lu Ye's grasp and ran out again, collecting the small bell artifact and the storage pouches of Zhou Shidi and the others.

Li Ye, who was lying on the tiger's back, caught sight of this and felt a surge of contentment.

Don't let go of any spoils, what a splendid and fine tradition...

Rui Ye, where are we goingstance, enveloped in a layer of blood, fleeing into the horizon. Niàn Yuè Xiān stood not far away, twirling her short blade in her hand, coldly gazing at the retreating figure of the old woman, and sa...