Even a clay Bodhisattva has a bit of temper, let alone Ke Qinghong!
He might be injured, he might not want to make a move against Ye Xunhuan, but that didn't mean he could just let Ye Xunhuan trample all over him. And from Ye Xunhuan's posture it was obvious he wouldn't stop until he'd cut him down; otherwise he swore he would never let it go!
In a hellhole like this, the chance of escaping wasn't very high, so right now Ke Qinghong basically had no other choice—he could only fight Ye Xunhuan to the death!
"Swish!"
Ke Qinghong instantly condensed his qi into a blade, then hacked toward Ye Xunhuan in a blur!
In just the blink of an eye, Ke Qinghong had slashed at Ye Xunhuan several times, every strike like muffled thunder—overwhelming in momentum and terrifying to the extreme.
In an instant, a rumbling thunderous sound echoed all around them, piercing to the ear.
At this moment, Ye Xunhuan and Ke Qinghong had fully plunged into a life-and-death battle.
