Jiu Ye could tell at a glance that Ji Chengfeng attacked Xi Yue in order to distract Wei Zixi.
Ji Chengfeng sneered grimly: "Who made her betray me and get pregnant with Ji Mingyu's child? Since she doesn't belong to me, she might as well die! Wei Zixi, what do you think? Aren't you also coveting this woman? Now that you know she is pregnant with Ji Mingyu's child, do you... still plan to save her?"
Wei Zixi raised the corners of his lips and said with a half-smile: "When did I say I was here to save her? I was originally here to kill you! Do you think I would lose my mind because of Xiyue and let you take advantage of me in the end? Haha, if you have this confidence, you can give it a try!"
After saying this, he suddenly swung out the Haotian Divine Staff.
Ji Chengfeng had a gloomy face. He dodged the attack and swung another sword at Xi Yue.
Jiu Ye was knocked flying by that blow, and the aura of the magic sword fell on the barrier formed by the original power. Blood suddenly flowed out from the corner of Xi Yue's mouth inside.
Ji Chengfeng didn't believe that Wei Zixi would not care about Xi Yue's life or death, so he wanted to observe his reaction after the attack.
But soon, the red light rushed towards his chest.
Ji Chengfeng only felt a burning pain in his soul and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked towards Wei Zixi with eyes full of hatred and sinisterness.
Wei Zixi sneered and said, "I've said it before. If you don't believe me, you can try it. See if I will compromise for anyone!"
"Good! Good! You are so cold-blooded and ruthless that you don't even care about the safety of the woman you love. You are worthy of being the evildoer I created." Ji Chengfeng gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice, "Since I can't threaten you with Xiyue, I will have to use my true strength to defeat you completely!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Chengfeng soared into the air, the magic sword in his hand suddenly became longer, and he swung it towards Wei Zixi.
Wei Zixi calmly raised the Haotian Scepter, and a red light flashed above it.
But suddenly—
Wei Zixi's expression suddenly changed. Without even thinking twice, he rushed over, hugged Xi Yue who was still advancing, and rolled to the side.
The magic sword that condensed Ji Chengfeng's full strength slashed fiercely on his back, blood splattered, and demonic energy burned.
Wei Zixi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the red light on the Haotian Scepter slowly disappeared like a flame extinguished by water.
"Hahahaha..." Ji Chengfeng laughed crazily, "Wei Zixi, you still want to lie to me. You don't care about Xiyue and you won't save her? If you really don't care about her, you wouldn't have reversed the Emperor of God's Ten Thousand Tribulations Formation for her at the Spiritual Prayer Ceremony and gave up your original idea of annihilating the world. Do you think I will believe you if you show that you are ruthless and ignore Xiyue?"
Jiu Ye looked at the wound on Wei Zixi's back and his unstable spirit with horror, and said in a trembling voice: "Wei Zixi, you can't continue to fight him. Now your three souls and seven spirits are all injured, and the light of the Haotian Divine Staff is almost extinguished. You are definitely not his opponent."
Wei Zixi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up. His face was paler than snow, and his red lips were stained with blood, bright as fire, but he still had a lazy smile on his face.
Jiu Ye said in a hoarse voice: "It's all my fault. I should have taken Xi Yue away. This way, you wouldn't be threatened by him and you could fight him with all your strength."
Wei Zixi glanced at him and said nonchalantly: "You are wrong. Do you think Xiyue doesn't want to leave? It's just that you can't leave now!" (To be continued)