"Immortal Blood Palm!"
A vast, murderous aura erupted from Lim Tian. With a stomp of his foot that shattered the ground, his body flickered into countless afterimages. They flew out, circling high above Wen Qingye, and then a sky-blotting barrage of murderous Palm Seals descended upon him.
An assault this ferocious was almost impossible to dodge.
Wen Qingye watched the countless figures of Lim Tian around him, his expression impassive as he tightened his grip on the hilt of his One Thought Sword.
In the next moment, a boundless, cold energy seemed to surge from the surroundings.
Everyone in the entire city felt a sudden chill. One moment, it had been scorchingly hot; the next, it was as if they had been plunged into the biting cold of the Northern Border.
Wen Qingye's One Thought Sword began to madly devour the surrounding Primordial Qi. Countless streams of Primordial Qi swirled around the Sword Body, forming a massive vortex.
