Chapter 879.3: If You Are Not Afraid of Death, It Is Hard to Die - Part 3
No matter how chaotic Daoist Wuyang’s thoughts became, the truth was that both Yun Jianyue and Yu Xiyi were merely forcing themselves to hold on at this point.
Yun Jianyue was still fine - after all, he had not faced Daoist Wuyang directly. But Yu Xiyi was in direct confrontation with him.
After several minutes, the young sword immortal was already in a pitiful state.
His robes were still mostly intact, but beneath them, the number of wounds on his body was beyond counting.
Daoist Wuyang narrowed his eyes. “Since you still refuse to show yourself, then this penniless daoist will kill your friend first. I want to see whether you truly regard him as a friend.”
Once he finished speaking, Daoist Wuyang did not hesitate. Lightning burst forth from his palm, and above Yun Jianyue’s lightning pool, another lightning pool began to form.
Then a bolt of heavenly lightning fell, simple and direct, piercing through the lightning pool Yun Jianyue had constructed.
Yun Jianyue suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.
This was already Daoist Wuyang showing restraint. Otherwise, if the lightning pool’s full might had been unleashed, it would not have merely pierced Yun Jianyue’s lightning pool, it would have completely destroyed it.
If that happened, Yun Jianyue would have suffered severe injuries, possibly damaging the very foundation of his Great Dao. Daoist Wuyang was unwilling to do so, because deep down he still hoped Yun Jianyue would turn back.
When he looked at Yun Jianyue, it was as though he were looking at the proudest creation of his life. Furthermore, he knew well there would never be another masterpiece like his.
Yu Xiyi felt the might of that heavenly lightning bearing the power of the heavens and cursed aloud, “Like hell Your Father is afraid of you!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Xiyi tried to mobilize all the qi within his body, preparing for one last desperate strike. But before his sword qi had even flowed halfway through his meridians, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder and yanked him backward with great force.
The black-clad young man who had finally arrived pulled Yu Xiyi aside without a word, then charged straight toward Daoist Wuyang.
The heavenly lightning