The next moment, he abruptly opened his eyes, and his gaze met Ge Ming's in midair.
In that instant, Ge Ming felt as though his soul had been locked onto by a monstrous beast towering over the heavens. An uncontrollable chill surged through him from the inside out.
Li Bufan took out another set of clothes from his storage ring and changed into them. Then he once again activated the Windfire Wandering Step. After his physical body broke through to the Three Flowers Realm, the speed of the Windfire Wandering Step had soared as well.
Stunned by Li Bufan's gaze, Ge Ming had yet to react when Li Bufan appeared before him. The Dragon-Tiger True Form emerged clearly around him, True Essence and blood qi intertwining and surging as steam continuously rose from his body.
A barrage of fist shadows crashed down upon Ge Ming's protective True Essence like a cascading waterfall. Every punch carried enough force to shatter mountains, smashing through his protective True Essence layer by layer.
When the final fist landed, the dragon and tiger phantoms erupted together from Li Bufan's knuckles, smashing Ge Ming directly into the ground.
Ge Ming struggled out of the crater and stood up. A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his protective True Essence was already badly damaged. Yet before he could steady himself, a golden-white saber was pressed against his throat. The blade radiated a fierce, icy saber intent that bound him in place like an invisible shackle.
Li Bufan spoke calmly. "You lost."
Ge Ming fell silent for a moment. Looking at the saber against his throat, he sighed.
"I lost. Kill me or carve me up as you please."
Li Bufan did not answer at once. His gaze lingered on Ge Ming's face,