As he looked at Old Man Tai'a, tiger roars shook the heavens around Lin Ruhu, boundless might circulating around his body.
He stepped into the air and charged directly at Old Man Tai'a.
From afar, he seemed to have transformed into an ancient ferocious beast, savage and powerful.
Like one who drank fur and blood.
Old Man Tai'a took a deep breath, sharp sword radiance gathering in his hands.
This time, what he used was not sword intent, but the Sword Dao.
Entering the Dao through the sword, slashing away all things.
With a boom, as Lin Ruhu drew near, he felt as though he had been banished into another void.
It was a void of swords.
Endless sword intent, and even all manner of different sword attributes.
There were incomparably domineering heavy swords, unpredictable twin swords, and swift swords that flashed by like a white colt passing through a crack.
All these swords came to kill him, as if they meant to drown him within them.
Although Lin Ruhu defended with all his strength, several strands of sword intent still cut open his body.
He let out a roar, the black-and-white hair atop his head seeming even more somber.
The muscles across his body bulged high.
His eyes carried a soul-devouring air.
Boom! Boom! Boom! As he walked, his heavy footsteps rang through this void.
Then he raised both hands and smashed them heavily toward the surrounding void.
Once, twice—centered on his body, a vacuum appeared around him.
All the sword intent was annihilated, and the void finally could no longer withstand his power, shattering completely.
His enlarged fist tore through the void and smashed directly into Old Man Tai'a's face.
The latter's body was sent flying once more.
Lin Ruhu sprinted after the flying figure. Before it could