"Who said I will lose! This sword, it will surely cut you down!"
Lin Bai raised his sword, a cold light flashing upon the Qingge Sword.
Tang Yuan burst into wild laughter, for his third move of the Tyrant Dragon Fist, he held unstoppable confidence. Even if he couldn't kill Lin Bai, Lin Bai couldn't kill him with just a single sword strike.
"Haha, I really want to see, do you have three heads and six arms, that this single sword could kill me?" Tang Yuan's laughter did not stop.
"Lin Bai, let me be your defeat."
Tang Yuan's fist struck out powerfully, shaking heaven and earth, seeming to consume the rivers and mountains.
Under the power of this punch, Lin Bai nearly felt the space in front of him violently shifting, as though it was to be shattered by Tang Yuan's fist.
Tang Tianhao, upon seeing the events unfold, revealed a smile on his face. He knew in his heart: the Households Marquis was secure.
"Divine Power! Gentle Sword!"
