The sword flash released from the Divine Flicking Sword pierced through Wang Ning’s chest. The wound ran so deep that it looked impossible to close up anytime soon.

Lin Yun and Li Wuyou followed the blood tracks that were left behind. The two of them shuttled through the forest with great agility, leaving dust in their wake. In just fifteen minutes, they caught up to Wang Ning.

“You still want to run?” Lin Yun sneered, unleashing two violet ripples from his fingertips.

Ohmmmmn!

The violet sword flashes rippled as they pierced through the air. The tree branches that were in the way were all snapped and their leaves drifted down. Wang Ning attempted to block the attack, but he was sent flying from the explosions.

Whoooosh!

Lin Yun jumped and landed on the ground with Li Wuyou. A sword shrouded in blood mist fell onto the ground, stabbing Wang Ning’s bloodied hand. The sight was captivating. He had a wound so deep that it ran into the bones.

He had injured his hand earlier when he tried to block the Divine Flicking Finger. Lying on the ground, Wang Ning maintained his composure and smiled savagely, “Sword slave, it looks like you’re really unable to bring out your Martial Soul. You’re nothing...