"Your time to die has come!" Luo Jiang's voice was hoarse and tearing. As his words fell, his figure exploded with speed, leaving behind traces of a bloody aura. His afterimages were continuous, and in an instant, he was in front of Li Xiaoyao.
Where the blood-red Furious Blade passed, space trembled, and the ground stretched out with terrifying cracks, spreading for dozens of meters.
Such an overbearing presence made anyone who sensed it change color.
Li Xiaoyao, seeing his speed surge so terrifyingly, was somewhat astonished.
"Rakshasa Blade Technique!" With a furious shout, the blade released a column of blood as if to pierce the heavens. The vast and mighty aura almost instantly condensed into a blade light, slashing towards Li Xiaoyao.
The presence of a peak Fifth Rank Nascent Soul Realm, if faced up close by an ordinary Spirit Condensation Cultivator, would likely be blasted away immediately.
