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The situation developed too quickly and no one could react in time.

When they reacted, they saw that Jing Zhuo's palm strike had already struck towards the injured Jing Yunxiao.

That palm was incomparably sharp. It was comparable to an Earth Ranked Martial Technique.

And Jing Zhuo was so crafty in his attacks that he moved as fast as lightning, it seemed as though Jing Yunxiao didn't have the slightest chance to resist anymore.

"Jing Yunxiao, be careful."

Mu Shishi panicked.

Zuo Qingfeng was anxious too.

The surrounding people were all dumbstruck.

However, everything happened in a split-second. Mu Shishi wanted to help, but it was already too late.

In the end, he could only watch as Jing Zhuo's palm struck down.

"Pah!"

Although the clear voice was not very loud, it was much louder and more loud in everyone's heart than any other voice from before.

Besides the clapping sound, there was no other sound.

Almost everyone held their breath.

Everyone understood that Jing Yunxiao's life was in danger, whether he lived or died, everything depended on this next moment.

"Is he going to die just like that?"

Hearing the voice, everyone instinctively thought that there was no suspense anymore, especially when they saw Jing Zhuo's palm already touching Jing Yunxiao's head.

Dead.

A heaven-defying genius in the path of martial arts, a monstrous genius in the path of spirit array masters, a monster that was recognized by the royal family and treated as a VIP by the Hundred Treasure Guild, had he died just like that?

Some felt regretful.

Some people felt pity for Jing Yunxiao.

There were also people who believed that Jing Yunxiao was completely arrogant, and was reaping the consequences for his own misfortune.

"You think you can kill me? Go to hell!"

But at this time, a familiar voice rang out from the crowd. The voice was loud and clear and even had a bit of arrogance in it. However, it was this temperament that made everyone stupefied.

It was because they knew that the voice did not come from Jing Zhuo, but from the Jing Yunxiao that they thought was dead.

"What's going on? "He's not dead yet?"

Someone exclaimed.

At this moment, everyone's gazes once again fell onto the two people on the stage.

They realized that Jing Zhuo's palm had indeed touched Jing Yunxiao's head, but if they had observed it more carefully, they would have known that there was still a tiny gap between the palm imprint and Jing Yunxiao's head.

In other words, Jing Zhuo's palm strike had already stopped right in front of Jing Yunxiao's head.

"But why?"

Everyone looked at where Jing Zhuo was holding and immediately found out the reason.

Because they discovered that there was an additional claw with golden scales all over it on Jing Zhuo's arm. That claw was like an iron pincer, firmly clamping onto Jing Zhuo's arm and not even giving him a chance to move it a little.

Furthermore, the golden claw seemed to be using more and more strength, causing Jing Zhuo's entire arm to become twisted. Jing Zhuo's expression became even more sinister to the extreme.

"Ah ?"

As if he couldn't control it, a hysterical scream came out from Jing Zhuo's mouth.

"Break for me."

Jing Yunxiao let out a low roar, as if he was injured, and a lot of anger accumulated in his heart. At this moment, all of the anger exploded out, converging onto his dragon claw, and then, with a sudden force of the dragon claw, it actually directly ripped apart one of Jing Zhuo's arms in front of everyone, with incomparable bloodshed.

Blood splattered everywhere, flying out a few meters away.

Jing Zhuo's face was pale white, his expression pained.

Having lost an arm could be said to be a major blow to his vitality. His entire body was half-kneeling on the ground, while his other hand was covering the area where his arm was broken, and his body was covered in blood.

"This... "This ?"

The crowd was dumbstruck.

If Jing Zhuo's thunderous attack from before had greatly shocked them, then Jing Yunxiao's berserk counterattack now, had definitely caused them to feel extremely terrified.

But Jing Yunxiao didn't seem to have the intention to let Jing Zhuo go.

Jing Yunxiao stood up, raised his hand, and unexpectedly took out a Spirit Level treasure sword from his spatial storage. On the sword, a cold light flashed, and Jing Yunxiao waved his finger, causing a ray of sword light to stand on Jing Zhuo's other arm.

Jing Zhuo tried his best to resist, but it was just like a mantis trying to block a chariot. After Jing Yunxiao unleashed a few sword strikes, his other arm was also bleeding profusely, and was crippled once again.

"I admit defeat."

Jing Zhuo was extremely terrified, at the moment, he was looking at Jing Yunxiao as though he was looking at a demon.

He was afraid.

He regretted it.

"I've said it before, the one who regrets is you. But now, even if you regret, it's useless."

Jing Yunxiao shouted coldly. Raising the sword in his hand, he pierced towards Jing Zhuo's chest.

"You can't kill me. I am an Inner Palace disciple of the Palace of Wargod and you are only an Outer Palace disciple. If you kill me, the Palace of Wargod will definitely punish you harshly. Moreover, they were originally born from the same root, so why are you in such a hurry to fry them? "

Jing Zhuo made his last struggle.

Jing Yunxiao laughed.

He laughed at Jing Zhuo's impending death, yet he was still able to utter such laughable words. He shouted coldly. Jing Zhuo, when you wanted to kill me earlier, you thought about living with me, did you think about letting me go? "

"No. You didn't. "

"Since you don't even have it, then what qualifications do you have to mention being born from the same root as me? What qualifications do you have to make me release you?"

With that said, Jing Yunxiao's sword pierced down.

After piercing Jing Zhuo's chest, it also directly ended Jing Zhuo's life.1

The scene was deathly silent.

Things were too reversed and too unpredictable.

Just a second ago, it was Jing Zhuo who was looking to kill Jing Yunxiao.

In that second, Jing Yunxiao struck out at a lightning fast speed.

All sorts of emotions were running through their minds, but none of them could get it out of their minds.

"Bam."

Jing Zhuo's body heavily fell onto the ground, falling into a pool of blood. Seeing that Jing Zhuo's body had completely stiffened, everyone finally returned to their senses.

Jing Zhuo was dead.

He died at the hands of Jing Yunxiao, who was several ranks lower than him.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Jing Yunxiao with endless reverence.

It was a form of admiration, a deep admiration for Jing Yunxiao.

"This brat is indeed hard to deal with, but ?"

Zhuge Muqing, who was always quietly watching the competition from the side, had his thoughts wander, and as he did so, a strong killing intent suddenly surged in his heart, becoming stronger and stronger.

But Zhuge Muqing was able to completely cover up his killing intent, and then he revealed his signature fake smile, and said to Jing Yunxiao: "Brother Yun Xiao, you really don't want to reveal your true self?"

Hearing Zhuge Muqing's voice, Jing Yunxiao responded with a smile.

Everyone on the street knew Sima Zhao's intentions.

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