"Lin Ke, in my eyes, from beginning to end, you were nothing but trash that could never grace a grand hall."
At that moment, Li Tianming's cold voice had already caught up to Lin Ke from behind.
"You dared to flirt with my woman on the Cheng Tian Bridge?!" At this moment, Li Tianming finally shouted the rage he had remembered for so long.
This guy had been brooding over this grudge for ages!
Lin Ke turned back in horror. Amid the flashing radiance, Li Tianming's white hair gleamed. The Eastern Emperor Sword in his hands had fused into one; upon that sword gathered not only the divine might of the ten Epochal Primordial Spirit Swords, but also the phantoms of the four great heavenly emperors of the Yanhuang Divine Clan!
Boom!
Lin Ke's spirit was suppressed by that sword.
"Die for me!"
Li Tianming gripped the sword with both hands and slashed down. That strike erupted with divine light stretching ten thousand zhang, not only tearing apart the Eightfold Specter Illusory God, but also cleaving down upon him head-on.
"Ah—!"
Lin Ke's body swelled and transformed into countless streams of invisible water, surging toward Li Tianming. Yet beneath this sword, the attack formed from his nine Cosmic Charts was crushed by Li Tianming's brutal strike like withered wood and rotten weeds!
"On my turf, what do you, a clown leaping on a beam, have to fight me with?!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Lin Ke's Cosmic Charts shattered one after another. Every time one broke, he let out a desperate, agonized scream, filled with endless regret!
"My Cosmic Charts, my Cosmic Charts! Ah—" Even Lin Ke's voice carried a sobbing lilt.
He was ruined!
Just moments ago, he had been riding high on the spring breeze, convinced that he could swagger