Boom!
With this strike, the spirit power scattered, but this time, it was different. Tianming was directly blown away by Ling Zhenfei's spirit power.
This strike sent Tianming flying over ten meters, and in mid-air, blood spurted from his mouth, clearly indicating he was injured.
Ling Zhenfei's heart stirred, thinking no matter how strong Tianming was, how could he be a match for his Sky-Splitting Ten Blades? This technique should only be a divine skill from the heavens.
But the one called Fourth Brother rushed forward and caught Tianming.
The foreign races were all very shocked, not expecting Ling Zhenfei to be so powerful, rendering them momentarily silent.
Fourth Brother said, "Tianming, don't waste time talking with him. Let's take him down together first."
Tianming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "No need, just leave it to me."
Hurt and unwilling, Tianming refused Fourth Brother's offer to attack together and walked directly toward Ling Zhenfei.
