"Fierce Blood Slash! Die!"

As the leader spoke, the long blade slashed down like lightning. Xu Wuzhou wanted to dodge, but it was too fast, so fast that he couldn't retreat in time and was about to be struck.

The long blade, wrapped in a blinding blood-red light, came crashing down violently, making Xu Wuzhou's heart race. He dared not underestimate it, and his vital energy and blood surged out from within him, channeling the blood qi of seven crimson rivers into his sharp sword.

Their weapons clashed at a tricky angle.