White Tiger Bloodline

Before Jade Rakshasa could recover from her shock, Lu Ren's offensive came crashing in once more.

Killing intent surged around Lu Ren as the Nine Kill Asura Saint Body and Great Tomb Profound Qi erupted at the same time. He struck out with another palm.

The sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling rang out. A terrifying palm print, like a lone soul, thundered toward Jade Rakshasa from all directions.

Great Tomb Lone Soul Palm!

Seeing Lu Ren charging toward her, Jade Rakshasa's expression grew increasingly grim. As a dignified first-stage Martial Emperor, she was actually being suppressed by Lu Ren.

She frantically swung her sword, blocking palm prints that resembled lone souls. Yet with every clash, a force of suppression and a force of destruction invaded her body at the same time, leaving her in immense discomfort.

The high-grade Sacred Artifact Rakshasa Sword trembled incessantly.

By the end, her arms felt as though they were about to go numb.

"Die for me!"

After knocking Jade Rakshasa back, Lu Ren flipped the Emperor Slaying Sword into his hand and cleaved it down at Yun Qingyan's head.

"Get lost!"

Jade Rakshasa flew into a rage as well. Bursting with powerful momentum, she swung her sword to meet his attack.

Boom!

The two long swords collided violently. Autumn Water Plaza began splitting apart, as though it might collapse at any moment.

"Kill!"

Lu Ren conjured another long sword. With two swords united as one, he attacked Jade Rakshasa relentlessly, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

Lu Ren knew that he was a Primordial Venerable. Even relying on the power of fifty thousand great tombs, which gave him the strength to fight a Martial Emperor, he was ultimately not a Martial Emperor himself.

The depth of his profound qi was inferior