Though the Demon Child was injured, he ignored his injuries and sent Li Qianjun flying with his swords. A hole appeared in Li Qianjun's chest, one that extended all the way out his back. The wounds he had just sustained were at least ten times worse than those he had experienced before. He spat out large mouthfuls of fresh blood as he landed, struggling just to clamber back up.0

"Taiqing Pagoda!" Li Qianjun summoned his relic, which flew toward him. Without any hesitation, he allowed it to encase his body as he attempted to flee.0

"You won't get away!" Ye Sanshui roared.0

"Ye Sanshui, stall him! I won't let him flee this time!"0

"Got it!"0

Ye Sanshui struck down the Taiqing burial pagoda with a fist.0

"Bastard, do you intend to kill your own father?!" Li Qianjun shouted.0

"You're the bastard—and you're not my father! Die!"0

A deluge of swords shot into the Taiqing burial pagoda as Ye Sanshui pummeled it with his fists. The Taiqing burial pagoda attempted to absorb the attacks with its suction, but to no avail....0