Do We Have To Split?

"Put it down!"

Just as the Magnificent Spirit Jade Marrow was about to be kept into his sleeves, a cold scoff rose up.

The purple-shirted man had actually survived the starlight attack. However, the golden shield had been broken into pieces and his arm was filled with injuries as a result.

Zong Shou, on the other hand, didn't bother about what the man had said and didn't stop for a moment. A sword shadow quickly flew over. The silver-white sword scattered like falling leaves as it swept towards Zong Shou.

The purple-shirted man walked four more steps in a hurry, but as a result of his haste, he touched another changing spiritual pattern restriction, and then, more starlight struck down.

Zong Shou's lips curled up in a mocking manner. The broken Tan blade in his head came out of his sheath.

'Keng!'