"Die!"
Lin Chang'sheng unleashed his Boundless Step, his figure vanishing in an instant.
But his voice appeared right behind Wu Tianhua.
Wu Tianhua's scalp tingled, cold sweat pouring down his back.
So Lin Chang'sheng had never really shown his full strength?
Was all this time just a game of cat-and-mouse?
Just toying with him?
Spurt—
Wu Tianhua had just started to turn around when Lin Chang'sheng's blade aura pierced straight through his chest.
Blood stained the hem of his robes.
Under the crushing force of Lin Chang'sheng's Middle Stage Nascent Soul Divine Consciousness, Wu Tianhua's cultivation plummeted, his reactions slowed.
He wasn't even close to being Lin Chang'sheng's match.
Lin Chang'sheng had originally wanted to see if he could kill Wu Tianhua relying on his own cultivation, without resorting to Nascent Soul Divine Consciousness.
He hadn't expected Wu Tianhua to set up a grand array here, almost putting him at a disadvantage.
