Imperial Tomb Heaven Takes Seven Out of Ten

Hearing his brother's scream, Li Qing jolted awake from his sleep, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.

His body bent like a drawn bow as he crashed through the night and shot forward.

When he saw the shadow whose build and appearance were identical to Li Shun's, his pupils contracted sharply, yet his hands did not slow.

His left foot stamped down fiercely, bringing his charging body to an abrupt halt.

The bricks beneath his feet shattered inch by inch. Borrowing that momentum, Li Qing sank his waist, locked his hips, and threw a punch.

His fist seemed to carry fierce sword intent, tearing through the air by brute force. A piercing explosion erupted out of nowhere in midair as it struck the shadow squarely in the chest.

The force of the punch was immense, and the shadow's body instantly rippled with violent distortions, like an ancient well smashed by a falling boulder.

Yet the expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

In the dead silence, a thin yet resilient black line slashed down toward his head!

"Clang!"

The razor-sharp black line that had once smoothly severed Li Shun's head now merely tore through Li Qing's clothes. When it touched his seemingly soft skin, sparks actually burst forth, as though it had struck quenched steel!

Seeing that one strike had failed, the shadow's assault grew fiercer. Both hands danced, instantly drawing forth countless black crystalline threads that sliced through the void.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The dense collisions rang without end.

Li Qing's face was frosty. He neither dodged nor evaded, allowing those black threads capable of cleaving gold and splitting stone to slash across his seemingly frail body, leaving behind only pale marks. With every step he took, a deep pit burst open in the