The ten pupils in his single eye locked onto Li Tianming in an instant. A layer of destiny tai gathered over his entire body, and his physical combat power clearly soared again, giving him an air of ferocious speed and unyielding strength.
Li Tianming felt it!
Yan Chiying was stronger than Yuwen Zhulin.
Yuwen Zhulin's advantage lay in experience, while Yan Chiying's lay in his bloodline. For the Divine Tomb Cult's fourth-ranked contender, bloodline outweighed experience!
Seeing Yan Chiying make his move, the deathly silent members of the Divine Tomb Cult finally found some relief from their pent-up frustration, which all turned into anticipation!
"Yan Chiying! Cripple him!"
Once again, thousands roared together, giving voice to the imbalance in their hearts after the Divine Tomb Cult had suffered one slap to the face after another.
Shen Xie, only a few hundred years old, couldn't suppress Li Tianming, but surely the nine-thousand-year-old Yan Chiying could?
Boom!
They all widened their eyes as they watched Yan Chiying, with ten pupils in a single eye, directly activate his Ten-Palace Eye. His body seethed with fury as he entered his peak combat state and shot toward Li Tianming like a streak of black light!
But Li Tianming had already prepared before that.
These days, he tended to choose his methods according to the opponent he faced. As this demon-blood specter charged at him, Li Tianming's body seemed to undergo a transformation of its own!
Purgatory Fire burned on his right hand, which was covered in sword-shaped feathers. His left hand still bore hexagonal black scales, with black-and-white lightning coiling around them. His legs changed the most: one sported luxuriant clusters of black leg hair, while the other grew massively thick and was covered in blue-and-brown dragon scales, with twin dragon heads at the knee