The Jiao claw pierced through the chest, causing it to explode, and continued downward, slicing Lu Xuan's entire body into two halves.
Zhao Yi clenched his other hand into a fist and swung it forward with all his might, evenly distributing the powerful force over the fragments of the corpse.
"Boom!"
His good brother was utterly shattered into pieces.
With Lu Xuan's death, the mystical shadow of the Xuanwu above collapsed, and the other three suffered backlash before fleeing as if in tacit agreement.
The one who lit the lamp was dead, marking the end of their Jianghu journey for this generation.
At this moment, survival was paramount.
This was also because Zhao Yi was too focused on dealing with Lu Xuan, obsessed with ensuring his complete destruction, which left no time to deal with the other three; otherwise, he could have crushed one or two more heads.
Even now, remedying the situation was possible, but Zhao Yi chose not to.
