Ejected from the Formation

Luo Ming wasn't any better. A trace of blood flowed out of his mouth. His cultivation was far inferior to the other four, and he was injured in just one move!

However, the corner of his mouth suddenly curled up. The fighting spirit in his eyes did not weaken. Instead, it became even fiercer and crazier!

Last time, you were beaten so badly by me, but you refused to admit defeat. Now, I'm in such a miserable state…

How can I lose to you?

His eyes suddenly widened. The flying sword floating in front of him let out a crisp cry. The sword trembled slightly, and like a stream of light, it sank into the soil under his feet and into his body.

"Self-separation!" He half-knelt on the ground while facing the sword in his hand.