Zhou Hongyong’s expression immediately changed, and he thought Zhao Jiuge was a madman. He thought Zhao Jiuge was mad enough to take the attacks from the other four in order to take himself out first. 

At this moment, Zhou Hongyong understood why Zhao Jiuge didn’t react when he cursed him again and again. Zhao Jiuge had already decided to make a killing move against him.

Thinking about this, Zhou Hongyong could not bother delaying the spirit formation and injected all his spirit force into the Eternal Bell for protection.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Jiuge arrived before him, and they were less than ⅓ of a meter apart. Zhou Hongyong could see the sneer on Zhao Jiuge’s face.

Zhao Jiuge thrusted the Cold Underworld Sword forward toward Zhou Hongyong’s body.

Sword energy could not injure Zhou Hongyong, but this was within Zhao Jiuge’s expectations. He wanted to personally attack Zhou Hongyong with his life flying sword. This was a good chance to test out the might of the flying sword.

Even with the two layers of protection from the Eternal Bell, Zhou Hongyong felt a stabbing pain on his skin. Even now, he didn’t give up...