The more fatal issue was that he was completely caught up by other arrays, unable to spare his hands or divide his focus.
Dang!
The first Holy Sword pierced his back, erupting in a sharp metallic clang.
Dao Saint's face flushed red, before he could catch his breath, the second Holy Sword followed in swift succession.
It stabbed at the same spot!
Then the third, the fourth...
In an instant, Dao Saint's eyes nearly split, all he wanted was to curse.
He was too careless and underestimated Fang Zhixing's abilities.
Indeed, Fang Zhixing could single-handedly eliminate six Martial Saints, how could he be ordinary?
However, Dao Saint had been invincible for too long, never facing a worthy opponent in his life, unable to believe there was someone stronger than him in this world.
The twenty-fourth Holy Sword struck.
The Daoist robe on Dao Saint was already destroyed, exposing a flawlessly unmarred back.
But at this moment, a red mark appeared on his back.
