Seeing Jiang Tian use the same move again, Qingzhizi's eyes flashed with displeasure. Undisguised disappointment and agitation surfaced on his pale face. "This move again? Is this... the trump card you were talking about?"
"Cut the chatter." Jiang Tian did not turn around, his voice as cold and hard as iron.
"Give me every pill you have that restores magical power."
Qingzhizi's face twitched slightly.
Those were reserves he had accumulated over many years. A few were even supreme-grade pills he had kept to save his life.
He hesitated for an instant, then gritted his teeth and took every pill that restored magical power out of his Storage Bag, throwing them all to Jiang Tian.
Jiang Tian caught them and swept them with his Divine Sense. A dozen or so pills, all of decent quality—just enough for his needs.
He tipped his head back and swallowed several at once.
As the pills slid down his throat, their tremendous medicinal potency, enhanced by [Heaven-Swallowing], instantly exploded inside him. It became a torrent of incomparably pure magical power, replenishing everything that last sword strike had consumed in the blink of an eye.
Clang—!
Another clear, ringing sword cry resounded through heaven and earth.
Within the dark clouds, a second sword tip slowly emerged.
It stood beside the first, just as pure white, just as keen, and radiating the same aura of power capable of destroying heaven and earth.
"Two?" Wu Xiuxiu watched the two sword tips coldly, a mocking sneer curling her lips. Gray demonic energy churned even more fiercely around her, and the golden chains groaned on the verge of snapping as she struggled.
"You think two can do anything to me?"
"Two?"
Jiang Tian gave a cold laugh, his lips twisting into an almost derisive smile. "Who told you... there