“I’m just afraid that the one crippled, will be you.” Yun Che said in a cold voice.
“Still being insolent when death is upon your neck, truly laughable yet pitiful!” Feng Xiluo raised his arms as the palms of his hands simultaneously burned up with phoenix flames. Just as he was about to step forward, a profound energy sound transmission from Feng Hengkong suddenly traveled to his ears:
“Do not underestimate the enemy! Attack with all your strength… kill him right away!”
Feng Xiluo froze for a bit, then his hand posture suddenly changed, as a scarlet colored lightning hissed through between his hands, then transforming into a approximately eight feet long lance that was entirely scarlet red like hot iron.
“It’s the Emperor Profound Weapon… Divine Phoenix Lance!! Fourteenth Prince actually utilized Divine Phoenix Lance from the start!”
“Seems like His Highness is completely enraged. I reckon it’s to make Yun Che lose miserably with the quickest speed, making him unable to speak up again.”
“Once Divine Phoenix Lance is out of the bag… Guess, how many moves does His Highness need to defeat him?” A Divine Phoenix disciple said leisurely.
“Seven moves.” Another Phoenix disciple casually answered.
“Seven moves? You really are thinking too highly of that Blue Wind brat.” The Phoenix disciple in front of him curled his lips to a great extent, then sneered: “At most five moves, that brat would be burnt to the point that his biological father wouldn’t recognize him!”