At Wan Yue’s roar, the rest of his party collected themselves and focused their most powerful attacks on Huang Xiaolong. By now, they had realized that Huang Xiaolong was the crux of the battle, and they no longer held back their strengths.

Even Xu Yang, Liu Yunyun, and other Heavenly World’s experts’ attacks targeted Huang Xiaolong.

Seeing this, Huang Xiaolong could only give up on chasing Chen Fushan and flickered away to dodge the concentrated attacks coming at him.

Even so, Chen Fushan’s back was dampened with unceasing cold sweat, and his face had turned deathly pale. In that split second, when Huang Xiaolong had locked onto him, Chen Fushan had thought that he would die like Shi Ming, as Huang Xiaolong’s scepter would pierce through his skull. Honestly speaking, in terms of strength, he was significantly weaker compared to Shi Ming, but even Shi Ming couldn’t survive one blow from Huang Xiaolong, much less...