"Looks like you truly got serious. Then, as your opponent, I naturally have to show you sufficient respect."
Xiao Tian's expression also turned serious for once. Sword Qi swirled around him, streak after streak of Sword Qi floating before him.
"Myriad Swords Return to One, kill."
Xiao Tian rapidly formed hand seals, so quickly that they left behind afterimages. As the final word "kill" fell, Xiao Tian beckoned with his hand, and a streak of sword light shot straight toward Li Xiaoyao.
"Kill."
A scarlet glint of killing intent flashed through Li Xiaoyao's eyes, and he immediately threw out a merciless punch.
A terrifying thunderclap rang out across the Arena. The sword light was brutally blasted apart by Li Xiaoyao, while the lingering force of his fist remained undiminished as it bore down directly upon Xiao Tian.
"How is this possible?"
Xiao Tian shouted in terror. How could this be possible? Why had Li Xiaoyao suddenly become so powerful?
This was absolutely not power Li Xiaoyao should possess. Just what was Li Xiaoyao's true strength?
"No!"
Xiao Tian suddenly widened his eyes and cried out as he stared at the fist drawing ever closer.
At that instant, he sensed the aura of death—a dense, overwhelming aura of death. He did not want to die. He truly did not want to die.
He was still young. His future held countless possibilities. Even becoming a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal was not impossible.
He did not want to die. He did not want to die!
Xiao Tian roared inwardly without cease, yet his body was pinned in place by an immense pressure, unable to move. In the end, Xiao Tian's entire body was blown apart by Li Xiaoyao's punch. His shattered remains were ruthlessly torn apart by the fist wind, until not even