"No! He has to die!" Lin Jianxing bit his tongue so hard that he almost bit through it. There was a fact that he finally had to admit: Tianming was the strongest enemy he’d faced so far. The days when he could just kill him with a single sneeze were long gone!

"Swordbeasts, return!" he shrieked, but he no longer cared about his appearance, not even wiping off the sparkling blood that had flowed all over his head. The swordbeasts that were deeply engaged in combat turned back into spiritforms and entered Lin Jianxing's sword, causing it to shine with radiant light. Dragon scales of six varying colors appeared on the blade, greatly increasing its size. The injured Lin Jianxing seemed to have been restored, looking even more threatening than before as he glared at Tianming with...