Chapter 985

A muffled sound rang out, and Jin Yan was blasted away.

His body crashed into the ancient tree behind him.

"Haha, Jin Yan, you're not much after all!"

Zhao Xing's voice fell, which made Jin Yan extremely angry.

He was the Jin Wu Emperor's son; when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

He immediately shouted loudly.

"Kill, slaughter this person for me!"

After his words fell.

Countless Jin Wu clan members lunged toward Zhao Xing.

This battle could be said to be related to the future of the Jin Wu clan.

If they lost, the only outcome awaiting Jin Yan would be death.

Therefore, he did not allow failure.

And Zhao Xing on the other side met the endless enemy army.

Although he knew it was difficult for him to win, he was still extremely brave.

Every move was sharp and extraordinary.

Moreover, more importantly, he carried a will to die.

This made the onlookers sigh at his determination "007".

However, Zhao Xing, who was in the middle of the battle, had no intention of retreating in his eyes.

Because, in his view, he only had one way to live today, and that was to slaughter these Jin Wu clan people completely.

Otherwise, he would definitely die.

Just at this moment, Jin Yan and the White Tiger patriarch also lunged toward him.

Sharp nails cut through the void, causing a wound to appear on Zhao Xing's body instantly.

However, at this moment, he ignored it and killed toward the Jin Wu clan members in the surroundings.

And just at this moment, a sword light landed on Zhao Xing's body.

Causing him to scream and fall to the ground.

At this moment, he was bathed in blood, and his whole person looked like a god of war.

"Jin Yan, today no one can protect you."

Zhao Xing said through gritted teeth.

Cold light erupted from his eyes.

"Seeking death!"

Upon hearing the voice, a ferocious light appeared in Jin Yan's eyes.

The long halberd in his hand stabbed fiercely toward Zhao Xing.

At this moment, Zhao Xing was unable to dodge.

But just when the halberd was about to pierce his chest.

A stream of light whistled out like a sharp arrow.

Instantly piercing Jin Yan's head.

Following the falling of the voice, Jin Yan fell straight to the ground.

A look of unwillingness appeared in his eyes, and he died right there.

A young master of the Jin Wu clan had fallen in the field just like that.

The onlookers in the surroundings were all stunned on the spot.

What kind of powerful existence was Jin Yan?

In their hearts, he should have been invincible in the world.

How could he have died at the hands of Zhao Xing?

And just when everyone was terrified.

A figure walked out at this moment.

A look of indifference appeared on his face.

"You must be Zhao Xing!"

The voice was low and cold.

Like a devil from the Nine Netherworlds.

"Who are you!"

Zhao Xing frowned and asked.

And just after his voice fell.

The figure spoke again.

"My name is Yun Yang, a disciple of the Yun Yang Sect!"

After the voice fell, Zhao Xing's complexion changed.

He did not expect that his enemy had actually chased him down.

However, the next moment, a look of determination appeared on his face.

"So what if you are Yun Yang? Even if I, Zhao Xing, die today, I will drag Jin Yan down with me.

If you dare to stop me, I won't let you off even as a ghost!"

The voice was filled with determination.

And upon hearing the voice.

A sinister smile appeared on Yun Yang's mouth.

"Hehe, how stupid; since you chose to go against me, then dying at my hands is your greatest honor!"