The Executioner Immortal Sword swept through Lin Tian's hand, and another of Ghost Chariot's heads burst apart. A rain of blood fell from the sky, drenching Monk Faming's head and face.
"Has... has Lin Tian's strength already reached such a terrifying level?"
Feeling the divine might of that sword strike once more, Monk Faming no longer dared harbor any malicious thoughts.
When the blood had rained down on his head just now, he had thought that sword was aimed at him!
"Ghost Chariot, meet your death!"
Lin Tian roared, his attacks growing even fiercer.
After Lin Tian blasted apart two of his heads in succession, Ghost Chariot was grievously wounded, and his fighting strength plummeted.
The battle between the two had shifted from an even match to Ghost Chariot being utterly crushed.
"Roar! Lin Tian, I won't rest until one of us is dead!"
When had Demon Marshal Ghost Chariot ever suffered such humiliation? Rather than retreating, he was provoked into a savage fury.
As a mighty Demon Marshal, being beaten down like this by a Human Race cultivator was an insult Ghost Chariot had never suffered before!
If he fled like this, how could he hold his head high among the Demon Race afterward?
Was he supposed to admit that he had been defeated by someone from a race that had once been the Demon Race's food?
"Roar!"
Demon Marshal Ghost Chariot went utterly berserk. His seven remaining heads turned scarlet, and countless black feathers swirled across the sky.
Demon Marshal Ghost Chariot was burning the power of his bloodline, staking everything on a final battle with Lin Tian!
Yet Lin Tian remained unperturbed. With a sweep of his left hand, the Immortal-Severing Sword appeared.
He wielded both divine swords at once, directly doubling his chances of triggering the