Winner Takes Father

Tian Jiu You had still been somewhat hesitant just now, wondering whether he should spare Lin Shen's life and try once more to recruit him under his wing. Seeing this, he could only let out a long sigh. "One must not be too arrogant, or what is too rigid will easily break."

But before he had even finished speaking, the beam of light gradually began to shrink. From the width of a great river, it narrowed into a small river, then from a small river into something like a stream. Lin Shen's figure was already becoming visible.

Lin Shen held the blade and its sheath crossed before him, blocking the blue beam. The blue beam streaked with red light crashed against them, only to be split apart by the crossed blade and sheath, separating in different directions.

"How could this be?" Heavenly General's face was filled with shock.

He watched with his own eyes as his full-force strike shattered into pieces before Lin Shen and vanished into the void, until not even the last trace of light remained.

Even as he watched it happen, he could not tell how Lin Shen had blocked his attack. It simply made no sense.

"Is this all your strength amounts to?" Lin Shen looked at Heavenly General and said expressionlessly, "Your turn is over. Now it should be mine."

As Lin Shen spoke, he moved. The armor on his body, like an ink-wash painting, gave off an eerie radiance.

He swung the Shard Blade backhandedly, and an invisible blade aura tore through the void toward Heavenly General, whose expression was complicated.

Lin Shen's blade aura was already very powerful among the Nirvana Level, but against an Immortal, such intensity was clearly not enough.

Its speed was not fast enough, and its power was not