When Jiang Ruoyan saw Lin Ke finally appear, he immediately let out a savage laugh from within the dark shadows. "Well?"
"You piece of trash, you finally dare face me?"
"Did you really think I wasn't worthy of fighting you?"
Lin Ke sighed helplessly. "You really do talk too much. Do you think you're worthy?"
"If I weren't genuinely short of a blade spirit, and hadn't noticed your unusual bone structure and wealth of tricks, which should make you good material for a blade spirit..."
"I wouldn't bother fighting rotten fish and shrimp like you. What a waste of time."
"You!"
Rage once again surged into Jiang Ruoyan's heart. The black blazing sun roiled, nearly spreading its black flames onto his body.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ruoyan drew in a sharp breath before saying disdainfully, "What? Trying to provoke me into cultivation deviation?"
"You underestimate me."
"I have plenty of ways to keep my temper in check."
"Let me see what tricks a Nascent Soul middle stage cultivator hiding behind a blade spirit has."
"Or are you just a piece of trash who relies on his blade spirit?"
Smack!
Suddenly, a pair of enormous palms clapped together, trapping Jiang Ruoyan between them.
"What a racket."
The owner of those enormous palms was none other than Lin Ke's domain body, Master Zhuang.
When the enormous palms opened again, all that remained of the once-insufferably arrogant Jiang Ruoyan was a nascent soul drifting outside his body.
Still unaware of his predicament, he sneered, "What? You think a sneak attack can hurt my Black Sun Sacred Body..."
Before he could finish, he saw his physical body, smashed into a bloody mess.
"How could this happen?"
The sight before him exceeded Jiang Ruoyan's comprehension.
What? I was actually killed in an instant?
Before he could react,