Chapter 2887: Kicked Off The Stage

Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations

They stared with shock at the scene in front of them.

The vital energy blade flew out of Xuanyuan Mo Zes hand and hit the Venerable on the cheek. The blade cut his face deeply, and the blood splattered out, making his face look somewhat hideously diabolic.

As if he didnt believe it, the Venerable stopped and raised his hand to touch his injured skin. The pain on his cheek and the blood on his hands filled his heart with the desire to kill.

Xuanyuan Mo Ze! Id like to see how terribly you die!

His voice came out in a gloomy tone. Killing intent gushed from his body, manifesting itself through his voice, eyes, and movements.

!!

A bright, sharp blade appeared in his hand. He s.h.i.+fted his hold, clenched his teeth, and s.h.i.+fted his pace before launching an a.s.sault. The blade held in a reverse grip in his hand cast many knife shadows in an instant. His speed also accelerated as the attack carried a fierce battle intent.

While his opponent brandished a sword, Xuanyuan Mo Ze remained bare-handed. The combat that had a solid upper hand eventually lost ground as the other side launched a frenzied attack. Xuanyuan Mo Ze was attacked at the fatal point multiple times by the opponents blade.

Feng Jiu observed while her gaze s.h.i.+fted slightly. Her devilishly enchanting appearance had since vanished, leaving just a cold and ferocious one.

People from the four sects around the bottom part of the high platform were stunned into silence. They just witnessed the black-robed figure named Xuanyuan Moze scratching the Venerables face. Such a deep wound might leave a scar.

Even more shocking was the Venerables sudden decision to pull out his sword and attempt to harm Xuanyuan Mo Ze. It would be a disgrace to win in this manner.

Are you going to make them stop, Immortal Lord? Im afraid if this continues A Venerable frowned at the scene.

Dont be anxious. Their strength is being stimulated; let them fight! An Immortal Lord stated, waving his hand to indicate that there was no need to say anything else.

Feng Jiu saw the audience, who viewed this life-or-death battle as a play, watching with great interest. She curled the corners of her lips and sneered without a sound.

The sound of a robe being ripped could be heard from the front. Feng Jiu looked over and noticed a hole in Xuanyuan Mo Zes robe. Because there was no blood, he might not have had any skin injuries.

And at that moment, she observed Xuanyuan Mo Ze leaning forward to fight, kicking the blade out of his opponents grasp, causing it to be launched into the air and land on the stage.

The Venerable who had his blade kicked became outraged. He charged forward and attempted to fight at close range, but Xuanyuan Mo Ze kicked him in the ribs. Even Feng Jiu, who was standing nearby, could hear a bone crack come out extremely clearly.

Aaah!

Following the scream, Xuanyuan Mo Ze kicked the Venerable off the high platform, and he fell into the midst of the disciples standing below.

Hiss! Venerable!

The disciples below cried out, but no one dared to move forward to help. Instead, they involuntarily took a step aside and watched helplessly as the Venerable fell from the high platform, landed awkwardly on the ground, and fell unconscious