"Your Destiny is in my grasp now. I will sever your thread of Destiny completely. Your Destiny ends here."
Lin Xian formed hand seals with both hands, strange glimmers flashing through his eyes.
Ahead of him, Jian Changfeng, who had been brimming with life just moments ago, suddenly began to weaken at a visible pace. The essence within him drained away as dense deathly aura burned around his entire body.
As though his life were already hanging by a thread.
"The Law of Destiny, a Destiny art? How is that possible? How can anyone still cultivate a Destiny art?"
Jian Changfeng was finally afraid.
But the next moment, Sword Qi slammed into him without mercy.
His body flew backward like a ball, before crashing heavily onto the ground.
His tough body smashed through several great mountains before finally coming to a stop.
"The Law of Destiny is taboo. Since ancient times, no living being has ever been able to wield it."
"The power of the Law of Destiny does not belong to living beings. Why are you able to cultivate the Law of Destiny?"
Jian Changfeng knelt on one knee, his eyes fixed fiercely on Lin Xian in the distance.
As everyone knew, all living beings possessed Destiny. As long as one lived, one had a unique Destiny of one's own.
And the Law of Destiny could manipulate the Destinies of all living beings. Such power was far beyond what living beings ought to possess.
But why could the person before him cultivate the Law of Destiny?
This was completely unreasonable.
How could such power possibly be controlled by a living being?
"Is that any of your business? Instead of worrying about me, you should take a good look at your own situation."
"You're already someone on the verge of