Before Lin Xuan could finish off the white-robed man, Yuwen Zhantian's roar sounded in his ears.
"Don't be so arrogant!" Yuwen Zhantian looked a little battered. His aura fluctuated up and down, and he was in a violent state at any moment.
"Sword of Life and Death!"
Yuwen Zhantian held the sword tightly and slowly moved his hand. Drop after drop of blood fell from the sky. His originally tall body seemed to have only a layer of skin left as all the blood in his body was sucked dry.
It was not until his blood was no longer absorbed by the sword that he released his palm, leaving only skin and bones. Clearly, he had used a forbidden technique.
His longsword became blood-red and emitted a dense bloody smell. Yuwen Zhantian's face was almost twisted as he looked at Lin Xuan and roared at the top of his lungs, "Hand over your life!"