After the sound echoed, Xing Yitian fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Blood was oozing out of his seven apertures, which made his originally handsome-looking face look especially malevolent and frightening.

Everyone was startled. The formidable Xing Yitain had been utterly defeated, so they all knew that his opponent had to be a heaven-defying genius.

“You actually injured me!” Xing Yitian howled. He clearly found it hard to believe and was infuriated.

Bang!

He unfurled the wings behind him and blue lightning arced everywhere, forming a dragon-snake made of pure lightning. It charged towards Lin Xun as thundering sounds echoed everywhere, awing everyone who could hear it.

He was truly infuriated now. He had already been a peerless individual and had stepped into the summit at a young age. Furthermore, he had received the inheritance of a saint, so there was no way he had ever been on the backside before.

“It’s your fate to die!” he bellowed as he bent back the bow. With a buzz, a bright and resplendent lightning image appeared, resembling a sacred mountain.

His expression was ashen and twisted. Being defeated like that was a huge humiliation. If news came out, then he wouldn’t be able to show his face anymore.

Buzz!

Once he released the bowstring, a dazzling light blue divine arc...