"Thump, thump..."
My heart pounded wildly, and cold sweat poured down my forehead. The situation was hanging by a thread. Thousands Pointing Fingers had yet to be completed—if Blood Blade Saint brought his blade down on me...
"Hm? An interesting move."
Blood Blade Saint's advancing footsteps suddenly stopped. He stood where he was and looked down at me, an expression of keen interest actually appearing on his face. It was hard to believe that he was truly a dead man who had been dead for countless years.
A few traces of excitement appeared on his face as he shouted, "It has been too many years, far too many years, since I last encountered an opponent worthy of battle."
"You look worthy of a fight."
"I will personally sever your head!"
Everyone immediately let out a sigh of relief, and my racing heart finally settled as well. This Blood Blade Saint seemed like he was not all that bright.
Since he was willing to wait, I stopped rushing and continuously gathered energy. Even after reaching the Dou Sheng level, I did not stop. I endured the dual burden and pressure on my soul and body, thinking that every bit stronger I became meant another bit of hope for victory.
At last, it felt as though something was pressing my back into a bend. My legs trembled, and Little Fairy Doctor's eyes were full of heartache. "Nalan Ye, enough!"
I smiled at her, then suddenly pointed forward. The nine-colored energy above my head was like a burst dam, finding an outlet and surging madly toward Blood Blade Saint.
"Good!"
Blood Blade Saint cried out excitedly. Dragging the Ghost Head Broadsword behind him, he suddenly unleashed a Dragging Blade Strike!
A dazzling, blood-soaked blade aura appeared out of nowhere. In an instant, it