Chapitre 1685: Pitiful

Zhu Tong's speed was incredibly fast, much faster than the speed of Su Mo and the Seven-colored Glazed Pagoda. 

In the blink of an eye, he sped past Wu Han and Wu Fengtian, speeding towards the entrance of the path. 

This was also because Wu Han and Wu Fengtian's main target was Su Mo. Therefore, even if Zhu Tong was a high rank martial artist, they wouldn't bother about him. 

However, Elder Xue Cheng would not let Zhu Tong escape and he once again brandished the Holy Blood Force Sword to strike Zhu Tong. 

The sharp, blood-colored longsword was incredibly fast and Zhu Tong could not dodge it. 

"Get lost!" 

Zhu Tong yelled out instantly as the long spear in his hand stretched out to become a dragon-like spear. It burned hotly like a furnace as it pierced the blood-colored Holy Sword. 

Boom!