"Shiming, there's no need to be surprised. Today, your Seventh Great-Uncle will show you what a true swordsman is, and what it means for Sword Light to take shape."
Lin Xianzhi threw a formation flag to Lin Shiming, preparing to hand over the active control of the formation amidst Lin Shiming's bewildered gaze.
But Lin Shiming did not want it to be so; even with him controlling the formation, he could at most resist Li Xiulei's attacks. After all, his True Yuan strength was far inferior to Lin Xianzhi's.
And even so, it would still be perilous!
He simply couldn't hold off Li Xiulei for long.
And clearly, Lin Xianzhi was planning to take on Li Chengli, and even withstand Li Chengzhi, all by himself.
Before entering the formation, he saw Qian Bosheng already beaten to the point of vomiting three liters of blood, his strength reduced to a mere fraction of what it once was—his Foundation Establishment Great Perfection evidently had some discrepancy.
