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If he fled, not only would he bring shame upon himself but perhaps upon his Sect as well!

A hint of regret flickered through Colt Collins’ mind, regretting his earlier arrogance, speaking too confidently, leaving himself no way off the stage.

Carson Flores gave him no quarter, not only offering no face-saving way out, but also preparing to slap his face brutally!

The Emperor Seal, suspended in mid-air, swelled to the limits of Carson Flores’ control, then swiftly plummeted downward. Due to its high velocity, the friction with the surroundings produced huge sparks, as if a meteor was wiping out the world.

Colt Collins, the Saint Heir of Zixiao Sect, had his own pride. When push came to shove, he would not back down—his eyes even hardened with resolve.

The fan bones continued to enlarge, resembling Giant Swords, their tips incessantly piercing through the air, vaguely visible flames trailing behind, dragging intense Spiritual Energy radiance towards the sky.

”Ding!”

”Ding!”

...

Each fan bone that struck the falling Emperor Seal produced a crisp collision sound, the massive impact slightly slowing the Seal’s descent.

Collision.

Scattering!

Row after row of the huge fan bones exhausted their energy, shattered and blasted away.

The Emperor Seal still pressed down as steady as a mountain!