The battle on Wu Hua Peak continued.

Only after Ling Longbiao was seriously injured and taken away by the disciples of the Enforcement Hall did Chen Jie and Zhang Pingquan’s group return to their senses. Their gazes seemed to be spitting fire while they looked at Zhao Jiuge, their killing intent surging. When Leng Rufeng was beaten, Zhao Jiuge went crazy, and when Ling Longbiao was beaten, they were the same. The bond between fellow disciples was not something outsiders could understand.

Zhao Jiuge had beaten three people in a row and looked like he was running out of energy. The golden light around his body dimmed, but the mysterious, smiling Buddha still remained. It looked so peaceful.

The sleeve around Zhao Jiuge’s right arm was completely destroyed and he was staring at Chen Jie’s group of five. His gaze was gloomy, but he didn’t attack. Perhaps it was because he had exhausted almost all of his spirit force.

“Chen Jie, deal with him first. I’ll hold this one off.” Zhang Pingquan’s voice was cold. It was 12 versus three, yet they had actually suffered four losses. How could she not...