Ye Tian had paid no attention at first, but by the time he saw the Nine-Clawed Rebirth Dragon rushing over, it was already too late. The dragon lunged straight at Ye Tian's forehead.
If it scratched him even once, Ye Tian could not imagine what the outcome would be.
No matter what, he could not simply sit there and wait for death.
"Myriad Swords Return to Origin!" Ye Tian gave a light shout. He had to kill the Nine-Clawed Rebirth Dragon at the first opportunity. Even if it could be reborn, that still required time.
During its rebirth, Ye Tian could flee without a trace. In any case, being targeted by this thing was no good.
Those usually targeted by a Nine-Clawed Rebirth Dragon who still had a chance of surviving would have to burn two sticks of incense upon returning home, thanking their ancestors for their boundless blessings.
In that instant, countless flying swords flew to Ye Tian's side. Their power could not be underestimated, and one after another, they slashed wounds across the Nine-Clawed Rebirth Dragon.
For a moment, the enormous Nine-Clawed Rebirth Dragon was riddled with holes. Before it could gain any advantage, it had already lost the small change along with the principal.
Even reduced to this state, the Nine-Clawed Rebirth Dragon still did not die. It merely waited quietly for its body to be reborn once more.
No sooner said than done—the Nine-Clawed Rebirth Dragon's rebirth was not slow, but by the time it had safely regenerated, Ye Tian was nowhere to be seen.
As for where Ye Tian had gone, he had in fact long since turned into a wisp of smoke and left this troublesome place at a terrifying speed, charging all the way to the mountaintop without regard for anything else.
Unfortunately,