Controlled by the Immortal Evil Thought, he slowly rose from the ground, a low murmur escaping his lips:
"Die..."
The swordsman's speed was incredible; in an instant, he slammed into Lu Mingyuan.
Claws sprouted from his fingertips as he slashed at Lu Mingyuan's neck.
"BAM!"
Lu Mingyuan reacted in an instant, throwing a punch. A golden draconic phantom flashed and vanished as his fist struck the swordsman's chest, sending him flying.
The swordsman flew back for dozens of yards before neutralizing Lu Mingyuan's Palm Power. He landed with a loud THUD, the impact spiderwebbing the ground with cracks.
Lu Mingyuan got back up from the ruins, dusting himself off.
Suddenly, he felt a wave of dizziness, and his vision went black. A chilling power was spreading from his neck, corroding his will.
A moment ago, the swordsman's claws had grazed Lu Mingyuan's neck, leaving three shallow scratches.
