Killing Lesser Saint Domain-level warbeasts, killing Dark Clan disciples!
After slaughtering his way through a circle, he had finally fought for a chance to duel Lin Jianxing one-on-one!
How hard-won was that?
Let alone how Lin Jianxing now resembled a crazed beast, as though his whole being had been ruled by resentment and murderous intent—his eyes on Li Tianming plainly wished to slice him into a thousand pieces. Li Tianming could not endure it either!
Four Dark Clan disciples had died, and the green walnuts in their brains had all entered Li Tianming's head.
These walnuts had "squeezed aside" the brain's mustard seeds and were temporarily arranged in a "quadrilateral" formation, already merging together in green light.
This made Li Tianming suspect that the ultimate victor of this great beehive was supposed to be "unique," and that a "hexagon" had to be constructed within the brain.
Six walnuts, arranged at six corners.
Sword Qi burst from Lin Jianxing's eyes as he charged at Li Tianming. Li Tianming no longer had time to study the matter of the walnuts.
"Lin Feng! Do you know how delighted I was when I heard you were participating in the battle of the Ancient Gods Realm? I dreamed of dragging you away from your grandfather and grandmother. Even if I had to return and enter the Discipline Hall, I would still tear you to pieces!"
"Everyone who whitewashed your sins deserves to die! The billion people of the Lin Clan should never forget that you are the sinful son who destroyed our clan. You should have borne everything!"
"Why should filth like you, raised steeped in sin, deserve the cheers of others?"
Lin Jianxing's once handsome face, chiseled as if by blade and sword, was now twisted like a green braid.
His eyes, ears, mouth,