As Zhang Long watched all of this unfold, he felt a sense of helplessness in his heart. Before, he could rely on the Eight Desolate Sword Diagram to suppress Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing. But who knew the situation would reverse so quickly? And he had no way to change it.

He could only watch the brothers that had followed him for many years scream in pain from the sword energy. This sense of powerlessness made Zhang Long feel pain, and he remembered his first encounter with Han Songcheng. They had tried to rob Han Songcheng but were in turn defeated by this mysterious method. He was shocked and felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Zhang Long’s face was dumbfounded while he looked at the situation. It was naturally a one-sided battle. Rays of sword energy flew out from Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing’s flying swords. They no longer cared about the consumption of spirit force, they only wanted to kill their enemies.

The sharp sword energy flew toward Fat Dragon and the others. The grass on the ground was silently cut by the sword energy flying by. The wind it created caused the grass to gently sway.

There were constant sounds of clothes and flesh being torn apart. Zhao Jiuge felt numb hearing these sounds. The ground was covered in blood and Zhao Jiuge felt like the screams were getting...