Kuang Diao exploded into the air, his body drenched in blood. Although his strength was not weak, after being relentlessly pursued by Lu Xing for three days, he had already depleted too much True Qi.
Other people were equally in bad condition; Zhuang Ziruo's treasure sword let out a burst of white Sword Qi that shot into the ground, trembling delicately like the wings of a cicada and developing several fine cracks on the blade.
Zhuang Ziruo curled her flawless palms into a fist, a trace of heartache showing on her pretty face.
Wu Yihan, Chen Yanghao, Li Yang, and Zhang Yesheng, among others, were also staggered by the Sword Qi, a thread of striking crimson blood escaping from the corners of their mouths.
Lu Xing stepped back a few paces, his face turning somewhat pale as a grave expression emerged in his eyes.
Separated by a kilometer, an ordinary sword strike had put the top warriors of the Huaxia Martial Arts World's Qingyun List in such a disheveled state.
