Qin Siyang immediately advanced again and swung his blade once more.
Li Tianming scrambled to dodge.
But the wound in his throat kept him from moving as effortlessly as before.
His subsequent attempts to evade with the Phantom Skill were clumsy and full of openings.
Within a few fleeting moments, Qin Siyang plunged his blade through the collar of his armor and into his chest.
This strike, too, landed with ease.
Thick, pitch-black blood, like jelly, kept squeezing out of the wound along the blade, sliding down with a wet gurgle.
Once again, Qin Siyang was overcome by a sense of unreality.
There was definitely something strange about this Li Tianming.
But however disgusting and unnatural his blood was, Qin Siyang's blade had indeed pierced his chest.
A fatal wound.
Had such a powerful enemy really been dealt with in just a few strikes?
Although Qin Siyang considered himself extremely strong, it was absurd for someone who had impersonated Li Tianming and come looking to kill him to be this weak.
He had not even launched a single attack.
Even if it was not like trying to stop a cart with a mantis's arms, it was certainly like smashing an egg against a rock.
Now Qin Siyang began to wonder what this man's true purpose was.
He was about to be killed, yet he still refused to fight back.
Could he really not have come to kill me?
But if he wasn't trying to kill me, why disguise himself as Li Tianming to approach me?
For the Storage Box?
Just as Qin Siyang hesitated.
Li Tianming activated the Phantom Skill again.
The body Qin Siyang had stabbed turned ethereal and vanished, while his real body appeared a short distance away.
But the moment he reappeared, Li Tianming collapsed, clutching his