But it was enough to rival an ordinary second-level Yuan Emperor talent yuan soul. Combined with his own formidable strength, even if he encountered a fourth-level Yuan Emperor, he could barely resist—and might even have a chance to defeat him.
Lin Taichu glanced at Qi Nitian and sneered. "You should know how strong I am. In my eyes, what difference is there between you and an ant?"
Qi Nitian's expression turned solemn, and his heart involuntarily twitched. He admitted that Lin Taichu was right. The gap between them was far too great. He had always believed he could fight opponents above his level, but he had never realized that the difference between himself and Lin Taichu was like that between clouds and mud—one in the heavens, the other on the ground!
"Today, I will use your blood to avenge my father." Lin Taichu looked coldly at Qi Nitian, then suddenly thrust his palm forward. In an instant, a dazzling silver beam pierced through the void. Its blinding radiance made it impossible to keep one's eyes open. With a wet pfft, the beam pierced through Qi Nitian's chest.
A drop of crimson blood trickled from the corner of Qi Nitian's mouth, staining his face red. His pupils contracted as he stared fixedly at Lin Taichu, a raging storm rising in his heart.
He had actually been injured. Moreover, he could not even block his opponent's attack!
"In the end, you are weak." Lin Taichu spoke calmly, with a trace of pity in his tone.
A deep pain appeared in Qi Nitian's eyes. He threw back his head and roared, "I, a descendant of the Qi family, have actually fallen to such a state. How tragic!"
Brilliant purple lightning erupted from Qi Nitian's body, as though thunder were roaring forth. His entire