Qiao Luoying collapsed to the ground.
Zhou Ruying's sword light arrived a moment too late.
With formidable strength, he could not be underestimated, forcing Xie Xingchen to dedicate his full attention to countering her.
Xiao Ling looked at the fallen Qiao Luoying, then at Yang Chang, rage and sorrow filling his heart, turning his love into hatred.
"Xie Xingchen!" His mystic light burst forth brilliantly, joining the fray.
Zhou Ruying, joined by Xiao Ling, presented a challenge even Xie Xingchen, with the ruler's legacy, struggled to face.
The three fought fiercely, every blow potentially lethal.
Mid-battle, Xie Xingchen took advantage of Xiao Ling's uncontrolled strength and subtly directed him toward the Blood Corpse.
Xiao Ling was horrified.
Being afflicted by the Blood Corpse was a fate worse than death.
Seizing the opportunity, Xie Xingchen's Black Flame Blood Saber showed no mercy as it came crashing down.
