Defeat

Jun Tianlin's thoughts were not without basis. He could tell that Yang Tianhe had held back some of his strength; he had been too overconfident.

Qi Siyuan, meanwhile, had already used his trump card. It could even be said that he was risking damage to his own body.

That was what a true assassin was like. Jun Tianlin admired him.

He was a true powerhouse.

If he emerged from this battle unscathed, then... nothing would be able to stop his path of growth from then on.

Then, atop the enormous martial arts platform.

The sky was gray and dim.

Yang Tianhe radiated golden light as he descended from the heavens.

Like a god descending upon the world, he charged toward Qi Siyuan on the ground. The giant dragon within the dark clouds roared as well.

Its power bolstered his own. Everything about it was utterly exaggerated.

Yet Qi Siyuan, standing on the ground below, also shot up toward the sky.

Ordinary people might not have been able to see it, but Jun Tianlin saw it all clearly.

At this moment, Qi Siyuan was thinking of nothing. Endless killing intent erupted from his eyes.

Combined with his Life-Slaying Greatsword, the weapon seemed, at this moment, to transform from an imitation top-grade divine artifact into an innate spiritual treasure, roaring furiously!

His eyes, his heart, and the killing intent surrounding him all embodied slaughter.

They also embodied killing. This was what a true assassin was.

Like a demon crawling up from hell, he was going to slaughter the god before him. He was going to slay a god. He was going to slay a dragon.

The two finally collided.

Unlike before, when they had exchanged dozens or even hundreds of moves.

When true powerhouses fought, remember this: there was always only one