Even with the trillion sentient lines, Li Tianming was no match for someone like this.
When someone of this level made a move, it was lightning-fast.
A streak of black sword light flashed. Before Li Tianming could see clearly, the other party thrust out a leg and kicked him directly a few inches below his navel.
Fast, ruthless, precise, furious!
Bang!
A muffled thud rang out.
Li Tianming was sent flying over a thousand meters, smashing straight into the inner wall of the Nine Dragon Imperial Tomb.
Excruciating pain!
His entire face instantly turned the color of pig liver.
The unbearable agony made his whole lower body tremble.
There was no need to look to know that one kick had turned that thing to mush.
Li Tianming felt that he had never hurt this badly in his life!
It hurt even more than ten thousand swords piercing his heart!
If not for the warm current from the Azure Spirit Tower already nourishing that area, and for the exceptional recovery of his Primordial Chaos Giant Beast physique, he would probably have been writhing between life and death in pain nonstop.
That kick had truly been vicious.
"Fuck, if not for the Azure Spirit Tower, I'd have no descendants. That was brutal..."
Honestly, ever since that incident with Lin Xiaoting and Mu Qingqing when he was sixteen or seventeen, Li Tianming had never again felt so humiliated.
He was angry too.
It was just that after experiencing so much, he had become better than before at burying that fury in the deepest part of his heart.
Squelch!
The other party really was fast.
In the very next instant, a black longsword stabbed straight through his throat, passing beside his spine and pinning him to the inner wall of the Imperial Tomb.
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