Boom!
With this strike, the spirit power scattered, but this time, it was different. Tianming was directly blown away by Ling Zhenfei's spirit power.
This strike sent Tianming flying over ten meters, and in mid-air, blood spurted from his mouth, clearly indicating he was injured.
Ling Zhenfei's heart stirred, thinking no matter how strong Tianming was, how could he be a match for his Sky-Splitting Ten Blades? This technique should only be a divine skill from the heavens.
But the one called Fourth Brother rushed forward and caught Tianming.
The foreign races were all very shocked, not expecting Ling Zhenfei to be so powerful, rendering them momentarily silent.
Fourth Brother said, "Tianming, don't waste time talking with him. Let's take him down together first."
Tianming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "No need, just leave it to me."
Hurt and unwilling, Tianming refused Fourth Brother's offer to attack together and walked directly toward Ling Zhenfei.
Ling Zhenfei's heart stirred, thinking if you're looking for death, you can't blame me.
However, Ling Zhenfei also felt a bit afraid, although he had seriously injured Tianming just now, it seemed not as easy to kill him.
Because Tianming still appeared very confident, clearly having something to rely on.
Feigning composure, Tianming said, "Kid, perhaps you don't know what's strongest about our foreign races."
Ling Zhenfei retorted, "There's nothing strong about your foreign races, just weird looking."
Tianming laughed and said, "Then let me show you my prowess."
After speaking, Tianming suddenly soared, and the sword in his hand seemed to change, slashing toward Ling Zhenfei, white smoke surrounding his sword rushing toward Ling Zhenfei.
Originally one move, it now became two moves together.
The white smoke first contacted Ling Zhenfei's Divine Sense, making him feel the cold from the white mist.
The cold truly pierced to the bone, like throwing a naked person directly into the Arctic ice cave, feeling as if one could be frozen to death in an instant.
Ling Zhenfei was shocked, thinking, is this elemental power that Tianming spoke about their strongest feature? Is Tianming now utilizing elemental power?
Not daring to confront it head-on, Ling Zhenfei hurriedly dodged backward, but Tianming's powerful sword was slashing toward him.
Ling Zhenfei was shocked, thinking if even he dared not approach this icy mist, how could he possibly defeat Tianming? Thinking this, Ling Zhenfei wrapped himself with a power of the soul, then adding several layers of spirit power on the outside.
Then ignoring the frost, he charged toward Tianming.
Ling Zhenfei thought that with such a strong sheath of spirit power, he shouldn't fear this severe cold.
But Ling Zhenfei was mistaken; rushing into this frost, he found that the frost directly penetrated the spirit power, and the Cold Qi directly approached his body.
Ling Zhenfei was alarmed, wondering if he was going to be frozen to death by this power of frost.
But at this moment, the Cold Qi penetrated the spirit power but was stopped by the innermost power of the soul.
Though still extremely cold, the soul power blocked most of the Cold Qi, preventing Ling Zhenfei from being frozen into an ice block.
At that moment, Ling Zhenfei made a decision; since this frost power was likely Tianming's ultimate move, he could use strategy against it.
After blocking Tianming's move, Ling Zhenfei slowed down his actions, pretending as if he was frozen.
Tianming was overjoyed, shouting toward Ling Zhenfei, "Now you see my might, trying to fight me is beyond your capability."
Ling Zhenfei stood there motionless, as if truly frozen, and Tianming slowly approached Ling Zhenfei, slashing toward him with a sword.
Ling Zhenfei could tell that Tianming seemed much more relaxed than before, clearly thinking his move had succeeded.
But Ling Zhenfei would not give him any more chances; once he relaxed his guard, his life would be taken!
Ling Zhenfei combined all of his soul attack power onto a single point, launching an attack at Tianming.
Though Tianming's skill was formidable, his soul power was the same as that of an ordinary cultivator of the Pursue Heart State.
Under Ling Zhenfei's attack, Ling Zhenfei's soul power penetrated directly, attacking Tianming's soul.
Tianming's mind went blank in an instant, and at that moment, Ling Zhenfei, who was prepared, suddenly rushed out from the frost.
With the Tang Horizontal Saber in hand, he thrust toward Tianming.
The Tang Horizontal Saber differed from regular knives in that its tip was sharpened on both sides.
Its main attack characteristic was not just cleaving but also stabbing, a weapon designed in the Tang Dynasty specifically for piercing enemy armor.
This time, Ling Zhenfei was stabbing rather than slashing.
The spiritual energy on the bodies of the foreign races was extremely strong; they trained their skin since childhood to be harder than steel.
Thus, often a cultivator's spirit power and weapons could not leave wounds on them.
But it was different now; with Tianming's soul attacked and unable to act, the spiritual energy protecting his body naturally decreased.
Plus, Ling Zhenfei used the Tang Horizontal Saber to thrust, with a lot of spirit power on it, piercing into Tianming's body with one strike.
The two were extremely close, and Ling Zhenfei's speed was very fast, leaving Tianming no time to react.
By the time Ling Zhenfei's blade pierced through Tianming's body, blood spewed forth, and then Tianming reacted.
Tianming could barely believe his eyes, but Ling Zhenfei's blade was indeed inside his body, and nothing could change that.
An unusual smile appeared at the corner of Tianming's mouth.
Ling Zhenfei said, "This is the price for killing my brother."
After saying this, Ling Zhenfei pulled out his blade, causing blood to spray from Tianming's body.
But Tianming stubbornly held his ground without falling, still smiling at Ling Zhenfei, saying: "No one can kill me, even if you do, you'll accompany me in death."
Saying so, Tianming smeared his blood on his face, especially on the short horn on his head.
The short horn on his head suddenly had a strong flow of spirit power, as if absorbing all surrounding spirit power.
Then Tianming swung his sword, actually severing the horn on his head.
The horn then shot toward Ling Zhenfei, with Tianming's body heavily collapsing on the ground.
The horn was not large, approximately the length of a finger, but the spirit power on it was very strong.
As if it was guided, it rushed toward Ling Zhenfei, shooting straight at him.