Chapter 352: Wrath

relief and asked with concern, "Zhang Ruochin, are you alright"Zhang Ruochen smiled and shook his head, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Master. With the Dragon Pearl protecting me, even if I suf...Xue Jingtian used his hand as a blade, forming an arc and slashing towards Zhang Shaochu's neck. (.mianhuaang good-looking novels cotton candy

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Suddenly, the sky let out a sharp cry, and a sword light flew over, radiating brilliant sword glow, falling from above Xue Jingtian's right arm.

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One arm was severed by a sword strike and fell to the ground.

Xie Jitian's arm gushed with scarlet blood. At the same time, a powerful sword energy surged from the wound, entering his body and relentlessly destroying his meridians and blood vessels.

"Who Who is it"

Xue Jingtian endured the agonizing pain, staring at the pitch-black night sky, letting out a roar filled with rage.

He sealed the meridians at his right shoulder with true qi to prevent blood loss. But that sword energy instantly broke through his true qi and surged towards his heart and dantian.

Zhang Shao initially was startled by the suddenly flying sword, but instead of fear, he felt overjoyed.

He recognized that broken sword. It was his ninth brother's sword.

"Little Jiu is back, Little Jiu is back, haha!"

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Zhang Shao-chu laughed wildly, looking at Xue Jingtian with a mocking gaze, as if to say, "Didn't you say that Ninth Brother was already dead But he's back! He's back!"

Those black market martial arts masters all tensed up, drew their war knives, and huddled together, on high alert for any sign of movement.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible," Xue Jingtian shook his head. "The Ninth Prince has already been killed by the young master of the Black Market's First Hall, there is no way he could still be alive."

What kind of person is the young master of Hei Shi Yi Pin Tang

For Xue Jingtian, that was a figure he could only look up to, a person who could make Yunwu County King vanish with just one word.

How could Zhang Ruochin possibly escape the hands of the young master from the Black Market's First Hall

At that moment, a voice rang out from behind Xue Jingtian.

"Master, how did you know that I had been killed by the young master of the Black Market First Grade Hall"

Upon hearing the voice, Xue Jinting's body trembled. His face drastically changed as he slowly turned around.

A handsome young man stood five steps away, holding a broken sword in his hand. His clear eyes, with a hint of coldness, stared straight at him.

"Zhang... Ruchen... how did you not die"

Xue Jingtian's heart twitched slightly, his face paled. He wasn't sure if it was from excessive blood loss or fright.

Zhang Ruchen said, "Do you really want me dead"

Xue Jingtian gritted his teeth, his eyes turned cold, murderous intent flashing in them as he secretly gathered his true energy. [To read the latest chapters of the book, please go to.]

Although he knew Zhang Ruochin was strong, he and Zhang Ruochin were still in a life-and-death situation. Why not risk it all Maybe he could turn the tide of the battle.

"Wow!"

Xue Jingtian suddenly made a move, striking out with a palm technique aimed at Zhang Ruichen's chest.

Zhang Ruochin snatched back his hand, in an instant grasping Xue Jingtian's wrist. His fingers were like iron tongs, piercing deep into his flesh, causing Xue Jingtian's face to contort with pain and his body to spasm uncontrollably.

A drop of blood, flowed from Xue Jingtian's wrist.

Zhang Ruochin's fingers, as if they were about to pierce his wrist.

"Zhang... Zhang Ruochin... you..." Xue Jinting cried out miserably.

Zhang Shaochu immediately rushed forward, feeling both joy and anger in his heart. "Ninth brother," he said, "kill this bastard! It was he who killed our father!"

Zhang Ruchen let out a sigh, it seemed he had returned too late. The events that were supposed to happen had already occurred.

"Zhang Ruochin, I am now a member of the black market. If you dare to touch me, the masters of the black market will surely cut you into thousands of pieces," Xue Jinting said.

Zhang Ruchen said, "Threaten me with the black market If the black market could kill me, I wouldn't be here."

"Darn it!"

Zhang Ruochin channeled his true qi into his five fingers, clenching his fist. His palm was enveloped in a ball of azure light, and with a sudden twist, Xue Jingtian's arm instantly became twisted like a hemp rope.

The bones in his arms, all broken.

"Ah..."

Xue Jingttian let out a pig-like shriek, his legs went soft, and he knelt on the ground, howling incessantly.

"Xue Jingtian, die!"

Zhang Shao's initial attack was frenzied, his fists raining down on Xue Jingtian like hailstones. Xue Jingtian howled in pain, rolling and crawling on the ground.

"The Ninth Prince, the Fourth Prince...you can't...do this to me...save me..." Sheng did not refuse, put away the spatial ring, and explained again: "The Thirty-Six Transformations rely on holy energy as support. That is to say, you must wait until you cultivate to the fourth t...