"Boom!"
The Eight-Armed Arhat's magical artifacts continued to fall relentlessly.
Zhu Qidong felt his five internal organs and six hollow organs trembling violently, his chest heavy and nauseous, almost to the point of vomiting blood.
If he had encountered an opponent like Lin Chen outside, Zhu Qidong might have turned and run, giving up the fight altogether, but now, within the sect's martial arts arena, surrounded by so many fellow disciples, how could he escape unless he admitted defeat?
Zhu Qidong gritted his teeth, recalling the Silent Flying Sword, and the Purple Crystal Mark between his eyebrows suddenly radiated with purple light, directly landing on the Silent Flying Sword.
The Silent Flying Sword vanished with a swoosh, its speed suddenly skyrocketing, almost invisible in midair.
Zhu Qidong, his heart and mind connected, drove the Silent Flying Sword into a frenzied attack on Lin Chen, all the while screaming madly in his heart.
Break through him!
Accelerate!
