A Drop of Parting Tears, in Tribute to a Soul in a Foreign Land

The White Bone Heavenly King moved like an afterimage.

So did he.

When it came to speed, he was not the slightest bit inferior.

The White Bone Heavenly King transformed his limbs into eighteen different weapons. The rocks and vegetation around them shattered inch by inch, yet not a single hair on his body was harmed.

Every time the White Bone Heavenly King thought he had struck him, he always fell just short by a thread in the end.

And whenever he landed an occasional heavy blow, force like a collapsing mountain crashed into the White Bone Heavenly King, always sending him reeling back over ten meters.

The more the White Bone Heavenly King fought, the more alarmed he became.

The bone form was a battle form he had never revealed before.

Yes, he had never revealed it!

Today, with his trump card fully exposed, he needed to save time. That was why he had revealed this ultimate battle form. He had originally thought he would end the fight within a minute at most, then dismember Lin Xiaosu—the man he hated most, the man who had ruined half a lifetime of his painstaking efforts—in the cruelest possible way before leaving Daxia. Who would have thought that even this ultimate battle form could not kill him?

Ten minutes, then twenty minutes passed. Lin Xiaosu actually became increasingly nimble, and the power of his strikes with Parting Weight did not weaken in the slightest. It even grew stronger step by step!

This was bloody ridiculous...

Forget it!

Retreat at once!

Whoosh!

The White Bone Heavenly King's two arms suddenly trembled, as though drawing an enormous flourish of sword light before Lin Xiaosu.

The longsword in Lin Xiaosu's hand descended, crashing precisely onto those arms.

The arms recoiled like startled snakes.

The White