'Is this Crown Prince of Great Yan really a Martial Artist at the Early Stage of the Eleventh Realm?'
'Why does he give me the impression of someone at the Peak of the Eleventh Realm?'
In his haste, the Blood Burial Duke clasped his hands together. A brilliant point of light materialized between his palms.
A closer look would reveal that the point of light seemed to contain a universe within itself, holding thousands upon thousands of Ghostly Blood Shadows.
Those were the vengeful souls of everyone the Blood Burial Duke had ever killed.
The dense mass of Ghostly Blood Shadows formed a vast pool of blood that continuously broke down the Saber Qi.
RUMBLE…
However, it was far from over.
Lu Mingyuan walked on air, drew his saber, Yang Su, from its sheath, and a layer of Saber Qi radiating a dazzling light shot toward the sky.
The Divine Fire Mark appeared on his glabella.
