With the Thunder Sword within a meter of Jiang Feng, victory seemed within reach. However, at this crucial moment, something unexpected happened. Liu Jian, once so imposing and determined, suddenly seemed to have his soul drained from him. His eyes became hollow, and his entire body froze like a statue, unable to move. Suddenly, a ghostly figure darted past him like lightning, its speed almost blinding. In the blink of an eye, everyone witnessed a terrifying and horrifying scene: all the clones Liu Jian had summoned vanished into thin air, leaving only his true form, collapsing like a kite with its string cut. At the same time, everyone was astonished to see that Jiang Feng, standing there, clutched a sword in his right hand, gleaming with a cold, cold light, and in his left, he held aloft a blood-soaked head. It was none other than Liu Jian himself!
Jiang Feng stared coldly at Liu Jian's Nascent Soul, which was attempting to flee from his body. Killing intent surged within him, and he was about to swing his sword to annihilate it completely. But at that moment, several powerful auras suddenly descended upon the arena, stirring up a gust of wind. When everyone looked closely, they saw several distinguished figures appear. Leading them was none other than Shen Wantian, the leader of the Tianxing Sect!
Seeing the arrival of a savior, Liu Jian's Nascent Soul grabbed a lifeline as if it had grabbed a straw, and quickly hid behind Shen Wantian at lightning speed. Faced with this situation, even though Jiang Feng was extremely unwilling, he knew that it was not appropriate to continue to attack at this moment. He could only resentfully put away the sword in his hand, standing proudly in place, and looking directly at the furious Shen Wantian in front of him without fear.
Shen Wantian said angrily: "You killed my sect's disciples and ruined my sect's practice, you deserve to die!!!"
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