Roland's figure flickered like a phantom, his mental sword light sometimes solid as a divine weapon, sometimes illusory as a dream.
Wherever the blade passed, even Han Xing's Immortal Body was cut with fine cracks!
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of bloody wounds had appeared across Han Xing's body. Drops of divine blood sparkling with starlight seeped from them, each containing enough power to destroy an entire great world!
The Lords watching from outside immediately cried out in alarm at the sight.
"Killing Star is bleeding!"
"Yeah! This is the first time so far that Killing Star has been beaten until he bled without even touching his enemy!"
"Roland is too strong! As expected of the predetermined champion of this competition. His strength is on a completely different level from Zhou Lin, Ji Yuntian, and the others!"
At the same time.
Han Xing was doing everything he could to withstand Roland's elusive and bizarre swordsmanship.
Then, a faint voice sounded beside Han Xing's ear.
"Your arrows are good."
"But... they're still one step short."
Before the words had faded, Roland's mental sword light suddenly split into countless strands, descending like a galaxy. Every sword light contained a different Source.
Time slowed, space split, and souls trembled!
Han Xing's pupils suddenly constricted at the sight!
"Time Source! That's the power of time!"
This was the first time he had seen anyone other than himself wield the supreme Source—the power of time!
Roland's talent and monstrous potential had once again exceeded Han Xing's expectations.
This guy was a peerless monster in the truest sense!
However... his opponent's killing move had already arrived, leaving Han Xing no time to think further.
Roland's mental sword light was unlike ordinary Mental Attack. It could not only directly attack the sea of consciousness, but