The Great Demon King Xu, Crushing the Nightmare!

Xu Xiaoshou swore.

He solemnly swore!

His original intention in accepting Xiao Jing's grip was just not to let the 10 or so Master (stage) cultivators die.

After all, to be able to come here, all these Master (stage) cultivators more or less would have some points.

Xiao Jing seemed to have been chased to the point of exasperation that he forwent the points and wanted to kill them directly.

But killing people in this place was useless!

Even if they died, they would still be teleported out of the Yunlun Mountain Range. Other than venting his anger which was not practical, what else could he get?

Nothing!

But the points were good things. How could he not get them?

With such thoughts in mind, Xu Xiaoshou chose to defend against Xiao Jing's Flame Explosion for the sake of his point accumulation.

The method he used was nothing more than using his fist to push Xiao Jing's palm away to prevent the other party from clenching it.