589 Juntian Flame Armor (1/2)

\”I underestimated you! You really deserve your name, knife lord. However how long can you last? Four hours? six hours? If you just wanted to piss me off then congratulations you have already done it!\”

Whilst he said that, Wuxuan took out an item. It was a pure black fist glove, on the back was a black flame. However, on the surface, there were several Buddhist scriptures and words.

When Wuxuan reached his hand in, several black lines spread out from the fist glove instantly and stabbed into his right arm.

His face first twisted in pain, following which he gave out a maniacal laugh like he was enjoying it.

\”So what if you could merge spirit with martial arts? Be it you Li Wuhui or the six pinnacle swords, why words are the same, you are only that! Even just with those words you said today, I Wuxuan can't allow you to leave this place alive! I will let you taste the strength of my fist armor...\”

Whilst he spoke, his right fist started to swell. Just as everyone was shocked by that fist glove, Wuxuan's body flashed. A fist shadow smashed out like it was filled with the entire Heaven and Earth and was about to shatter this part of the world.

First energy charged out. All spiritual energy and air were being repelled outwards, giving the illusion that the area was swelling.

Following this, it collapsed! This tomb room, which seemed perfectly fine under the intense battle between the three of them, at this moment, could no longer carry this bit of power and was falling apart!

Just as everyone thought that Li Wuhui was definitely going to die, another snow bright knife shadow slashed out!

Just one knife smashed that fist shadow. Like a swallow flying into the air, slashing open time…

It was like time was being smashed by that knife, but it was also like at this time point, the fist shadows whose energy filled the air shouldn't have existed at all.

Wuxuan's eyes constricted and he was filled with even more rage. Vital energy surged and his face turned red. Numerous black auras wrapped around him. The fist shadow seemed even more frenzied and maniacal, coming one after another with no pattern or skill at all. It was as like he didn't care about any martial path, just smashing down in a really barbaric manner!

His fist had the power of a world. 100 fists striking out which meant 100 \”hell\” worlds!

He was confident that even the top Grade Nine expert, even someone from the Spirit Realm would crash in front of him.

After the last fist, he only heard an explosion. Like thunder striking as the entire tomb was shaking.

Even if the fist wind had temporarily stopped, the rumbling still didn't stop.

The smoke and dust hadn't faded but Wuxuan's face was devoid of joy, instead appearing more dark and sunken.

Xiao Xiangzi's expression was really serious.

Feng Taiji and Wuji in the distance were both at a loss like they couldn't believe what had happened in front of them.

Until that demonic energy faded and totally dissipated were the other slightly weaker Grade Nine cultivators able to carefully see the situation there...

Only to see Li Wuhui still holding onto the knife with his hand and standing tall. Blood was dripping from the tip of the knife, his own blood.

He still stood firm and didn't waver, a smile on his face. He focused on Wuxuan's right fist, \”I heard that before Ran King died he left a set of Juntian Flame Armor. After which it fell in the hands of your demon sect and was passed around a few times. Your fist glove is a part of it? It really isn't bad, I have felt its might…\”

Wuxuan didn't reply, his gaze was exceptionally cold and dark. At this moment only the most observant person would notice that his right hand, as compared to before, was slightly shriveled up.

However, he was brimming with killing intent, the fierce intent was like a raging flood.

Naturally, Li Wuhui was in a bad state, but he didn't fear anything. He stopped talking about Zong Shou. No matter how he reminded him, he didn't listen and instead treated it like nonsense.

At this point, his grievance toward Wuxuan had nothing to do with Zong Shou.

At this moment, Yuan Wushang let out a sigh, \”Really weird! Zong Shou hurt me so badly and you also lost to him but why are we both fighting for our enemy. In this world why is there such a weird matter?\”

Li Wuhui's heart resonated with that. He did owe Shui Lingbo a life but there was no reason for him to do so much for Zong Shou?

However, there was already no point in saying that. At this point, he didn't bother about this anymore.

Taking in a deep breath, Li Wuhui suppressed the emotions in his heart and pointed his knife forward once more.

In front of Zong Shou, escaping halfway was not an insult. However, against such a person like Wuxuan, he wouldn't allow himself to retreat.

Although he didn't have much chance of winning, he would die if he didn't fight. He could only toss aside everything and fight to the death…

His felt envious... this Juntian Flame Armor was truly a magnificent treasure.

Even if the Buddhist faction restrictions sealed it up, it was still a pinnacle Magical Artifact. If the whole set was full it was a top Grade Celestial Artifact.

If he had once piece of it then that day on top of Mysterious Cloud Mountain he could try to fight Zong Shou!

Sky Demon Vast Habitat actually gave Wuxuan such a treasure, they really had deep pockets and foundations.

Just as his thoughts slowly focused, Wuxuan's aura got stronger and stronger with each wave.

Yuan Wushang suddenly broke out into a laugh and said leisurely, \”You don't need to try so hard to hold on anymore, this fellow has arrived!'\”

Li Wuhui's brows rose. His intent only focused on Wuxuan and he didn't sense anything nearby.

This fellow, was it Zong Shou? But when he spread out his intent, he realized it wasn't.

However, since he came he didn't need to hold on anymore.

At this moment everyone turned and looked toward the entrance of the tomb.