Battle Against a Tenth-Tier!

Lin Ming shook his slightly numb arm and focused his gaze. At the spot where he had been standing moments ago stood a lean, blood-red figure.

The man extended one hand. A blood-colored fingernail, sharp as a dagger, rested against the spot where Lin Ming had blocked with his spear. It had even left a faint white mark where nail and spear shaft had collided.

The blood-red figure slowly raised his head, revealing a sinister face and a pair of eyes filled with brutality and killing intent.

It was—Blood Claw!

"Kid, after killing so many of my men, you think you can just leave?" Blood Claw's voice was hoarse and cold, as though it came from the Nine Nether hells. "Did you ask my permission?"

Blood Claw stood in midair, his snake-like eyes fixed on Lin Ming. Unconcealed killing intent filled his gaze, along with a trace of irrepressible astonishment.

That claw strike just now had merely been a casual blow, nowhere near his full strength, yet it should have been enough to severely wound a Ninth-Tier Peak expert.

Yet this young man riding a black dragon had blocked it so effortlessly, leaving only a faint white mark on the spear shaft.

That surprised him somewhat, but no more than that.

"Kid, which family are you from? State your name." Blood Claw stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, his voice hoarse and cold.

"I know every renowned Ninth-Tier expert on Sirius, but I've never seen you before. You're not from the Fire Phoenix Empire? Did you come from another starfield?"

He was indeed puzzled. Although Sirius was vast, anyone above the Ninth Tier was essentially a known figure. Even if they did not know one another personally, they had usually heard each other's names.

But this young