Hate That I Couldn't Tear the Troublemaker Apart on the Spot!

A streak of azure light flashed out of nowhere, silent and so fast that it left not even an afterimage—

Li Tian had already darted to within three feet of him. The tip of the Green Ping Sword was less than an inch from Heavenly Lord Yuanshi's throat!

Heavenly Lord Yuanshi was scared out of his wits!

His mind went blank:

Both had gone all out, so why had Li Tian not weakened at all, but instead become even sharper?!

He had less than twenty percent of his mana left, his reactions sluggish as rotten wood;

Yet Li Tian's breath was long and steady, his Sword Intent icy and fierce, as though that world-destroying strike just now had merely been a warm-up flick of his sleeve?!

How had he possibly endured it?!

But the sword edge had arrived, its coldness piercing to the bone. Life and death hung by a thread!

Hiss—

He wanted to retreat, to block, to summon his auspicious cloud, to form a hand seal...

But his body was half a beat slower than his thoughts.

And that half beat was already the divide between life and death.

Trying to withstand that sword qi head-on was nothing but a fool's dream.

Space was abruptly torn apart, and the distance collapsed in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, Heavenly Lord Yuanshi felt a chill run down his spine—Li Tian's Sword Intent was like a great furnace reignited, blazing with undiminished intensity!

It was even a degree sharper and three parts more resolute than during the height of their battle just now!

It was simply unimaginable!

Even Heavenly Dao Saints, when fighting opponents of equal realm,

would inevitably see their Divine Power slowly wither away like the ebbing tide as the battle dragged on.

Fleshly bodies had