Of course, it's not the blade, but the sword body!

boom!!

Even the blade of the sword, the heavy weight of the Donghuang Sword, caused Ning Wushuang to kneel on the ground on the spot, his knees and forehead bleeding at the same time.

"Uh..." She had severe pain in her head and was spinning.

It felt like her brain was completely torn apart, and the pain made her scream.

What's even more humiliating is that not only is she kneeling now, but her knees are almost shattered!

The relief carvings of mountains and rivers on the Donghuang Sword were printed directly on Ning Wushuang’s forehead!

This is obviously more humiliating!

"Pfft!"

Ning Wushuang spat out a mouthful of black blood, her legs and knees were still shaking!

To be honest, she really thought that what struck her head just now was a sword blade. If so, she would have been split in half by now.

For a moment, she was frightened by death.

That is to say——

If Li Tianming hadn't shown mercy, not only would she have lost, but she would also have died.

"Ning Wushuang, you are like a fly. You have been gesticulating in front of me for a long time, but I slapped you to death."

Li Tianming smiled and used this metaphor to describe her unpredictable Sakura Dream Sword Technique.

Ning Wushuang gritted her teeth, her mouth filled with the taste of blood. She raised her head and looked at Li Tianming with fierce eyes.

"However, I have no grievances with you, and you have never insulted me. Let's just treat today as a normal sparring session."

After saying that, Li Tianming withdrew the Donghuang Sword and waved. Yinghuo and the others were excited about killing, but when they saw this scene, they were all discouraged.

"It's time to call it a day, Li Tianming wins."

They were generally able to defeat their opponents, but Li Tianming felt that there was no point in fighting anymore, so they came back.

Defeating Ning Wushuang is enough to scare the young people of the Qilin Ancient Clan and stop them from insulting them, right?

Li Tianming glanced over.

Sure enough, many onlookers took a step back unconsciously, not daring to look at Li Tianming.

"I'm finally honest. It seems that Ning Wushuang is quite strong in their eyes."

It's a pity that Li Tianming, the eighth level of God's will, can no longer be treated with common sense.

Seeing the young people of the ancient Qilin clan looking at him with resentment and helplessness, Li Tianming's goal had been achieved.

After all, no one wants to be insulted all day long.

The key is to humiliate Wei Jing.

"Everyone, to be honest, I have no intention of becoming an enemy of you. I will be leaving in four months. There is no need for a lot of hatred."

"I can't stand the insults. If someone does this again, I will take action."

"However, I am not a domineering person. If you make it easy for me, I will also make it easy for everyone."

"But if the ghost still lingers, Baili Chasing Stars will be the end. Please refer to it for your own reference."

"that's all."

He said so much, but at this moment, the whole place was silent.

This time, no one dares to resist!

Of course Li Tianming knew that they still would not spare him, and many people were even scolding him in their hearts.

But now, Li Tianming has defeated Ning Wushuang forcefully, and his strength has made many people deeply fearful!

"Sure enough, strength is the last word. If your strength is low, you only deserve to be bullied."

"This is the reality of a world where the strong are respected."

"Don't expect others to be kind, just be down-to-earth and enrich yourself!"

Li Tianming thought, even if he defeated Ning Wushuang, the next four months would be much easier, right?

He asked Yinghuo and the others to return to the accompanying space, preparing to leave Purgatory Volcano next and try their luck in hunting.
Chapter completed!