Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.
Zhao Ruilin and Qi Qingmei's cultivation were equivalent.
But Qi Qingmei had the Bright Moon Divine Sword, while Zhao Ruilin had lost the Giant Spirit Sword.
Adding swift decision-making led to such a drastic outcome.
Looking at their duel, it was unlike experts of the same level and realm battling.
Zhao Ruilin was constantly suppressed, never able to catch his breath, until gravely injured unable to recover.
Spitting out flesh meant his organs were shattered, life endangered.
Qi Qingmei suddenly retreated, shouting, "Fall back!"
The three of Zhou Chongming saw his situation, and caution arose in their hearts as they quickly retreated ten meters away.
"Bang!" Zhao Ruilin crashed heavily into a tree, leaves cascading down.
"Bang!" A bird's nest from the tree precisely struck his head.
He "Wa" spat another mouthful of blood, weakened he leaned against the tree root, glaring fiercely at Qi Qingmei and the others.
