Chapter 93 - You Go

To Qi Ying, the battle had progressed to a stage where victory meant life while defeat entailed death. In the face of the two Spirit Martial Stage warriors, he didn’t immediately charge into battle. Instead, he opened a jade vial, and swallowed the eight Energy Explosion Pills inside in one mouthful.

“No pills are going to save you here!”

Feng Hemu hurtled toward Qi Ying, unleashing his First Spirit Martial Stage cultivation base to its maximal extent. The golden Spiritual Energy around his body glowed with a scintillating light, and he thrust his Dark Tier treasured sword directly toward Qi Ying’s chest. He was clearly trying to kill him before he could digest those pills.

Qi Ying could sense the sharp aura surging from that golden sword. It was still several dozens of feet away from him, but a few strands of his hair had already been severed.

The sword projection was drawing closer and closer!

“Die!”

Feng Hemu’s sword intent whistled through the air, slicing open Qi Ying’s black robes, and revealing the Golden Blood Armor underneath.

Deep gashes were even beginning to appear on the surface of the Golden Blood Armor.

“You want to kill me? Keep dreaming!”

Right at that moment, Qi Ying raised his right hand, and his Blood Drop Zhan Lu Sword swept through the air.

“Heh.”

A mocking smile appeared on Feng Hemu’s face.

Even though his body was still drawing energy from the pills he had taken, he had completely overexerted himself during the course of that lengthy battle. His muscles, bones, meridians… None of it could keep up with the strain of the supramaximal power he had been using for so long.

He was like an overused machine that was about to collapse at any moment.

“Cough cough…”

Feng Hemu stood up with a hand on his stomach. He first glanced at the half-kneeling Qi Ying with an astonished expression, before turning to the stunned Tian Shou and roaring through gritted teeth, “Hurry! Finish him!”

“You go!”

Tian Shou was in an even worse condition than Feng Hemu. His Battle Spirit had been severely wounded, and as a result, he was afflicted by a splitting headache as well as an overpowering sense of dizziness.

Feng Hemu and Tian Shou stared at one another, and neither of them were willing to take any more risks.

Who knew if Qi Ying were actually a spent force, or if he were capable of one last attack that would take one of them down with him? They wanted to kill Qi Ying for his badges, but what would be the point of securing badges if they lost their lives in the process?

“Duan Lang, you go!”

Tian Shou turned and roared at Duan Lang.

“I…”

Duan Lang looked at Qi Ying with a pair of petrified eyes, and shook his head vehemently. “No, you…”

All of a sudden, a burst of hearty laughter rang out.

“Haha! If you’re all too scared, then I’ll be the one to take his badges!”

Whoosh!

A figure rushed toward Qi Ying from the Sun family camp.