Tianming’s robes were already stained with blood. Despite being a youth, he hadn’t embarrassed the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect. He hadn’t been hurt yet, but had already sent several of the celestial orderians to their graves. They were all seniors who had trained for hundreds of years.

The battlefield was in chaos, and in the midst of the flames, not many would notice him in particular. Even when they did, no one could hear their shouts over the din. Every celestial orderian that noticed Tianming would excitedly rush at him, only to end up being killed by their would-be victim.

The Lifesteal Silverdragon crossed a thousand meters and its sharp tip...