"Oh, is that so? But from the looks of you, you don't seem to be doing much better."
Ling Yun's gaze remained calm. The bloodstains that had been spreading along his arm stopped, and in the blink of an eye, his arm was restored to normal.
In contrast, countless bloodstains began appearing across Jiang Tao's fist as well, streams of blood seeping out from them.
Jiang Tao's expression darkened. Spirit Energy surged through his body, and the wounds swiftly vanished.
He then looked at Ling Yun, his gaze somewhat sinister.
"Kid, I know you."
"But don't think that just because you've latched onto Qin Wei's thigh, you can do whatever you please in the Demon Suppression Division."
"Even Qin Wei won't be able to protect you today!"
As he spoke, black light flashed in his hand, and a massive black greatsword appeared in his palm.
The sword blade was as broad as a door panel, covered in densely packed Spirit Inscriptions.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
With a casual swing, it stirred up a burst of fierce wind.
Ling Yun narrowed his eyes. Judging from the aura emitted by the greatsword, it was clearly at least a mid-grade spirit artifact.
Unlike Li Tao from before, though both wielded mid-grade spirit artifacts, the threat they posed in different hands was not even on the same level.
It was like handing an AK to a baby and an adult respectively—the former could only use it as a poker, while the latter could turn it into a weapon of murder.
Yet faced with this, Ling Yun showed not the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, his entire body grew increasingly excited.
The path of martial arts was not something one could achieve merely by staying home and training alone with one's head down.
Fighting heaven, fighting earth,