The other two did not seize the opportunity to strike, fearing harming their ally, Xi Guyou, and solemnly awaited the outcome.
As the dazzling torrent of sword light dissipated, the two and a turtle, regardless of their stance, had their pupils shrink sharply at this moment.
On the field.
Despite Xi Guyou's eruption, Jing Qiu still gripped the former's skull, standing calmly in the void.
Only the tattered Golden Silk Jade Robe, which began to self-heal, seemed to indicate that he had not dodged earlier.
"My goodness, this is harder than my old turtle shell," Xuanming muttered, "Is this the Thousand Ridges Hard to Injure of [Xing Wuji]?"
Just as the others' expressions grew heavier.
Jing Qiu suddenly clenched his five fingers, crushing the elder's skull in his hand!
This wild and fierce scene left Xuanming speechless.
"Be careful, this little guy already exhibits some traits of the Heavenly King's [Undying]," Xuanming warned.
