"Ugh!"

A few men clenched their legs tight together as their eyes almost popped out of their sockets. The cruelty and arrogance they had originally shown was completely nowhere to be seen.

"I've killed more people than the number of rice grains you've eaten. You think you can mess with me?"

Their fighting spirit couldn't compare at all to Tianming’s, after the countless battles he'd experienced in the Theocracy and the Grand-Orient Realm. His will had been honed through deathly battles time and again, something the disciples of Archaion Sect had no luxury of experiencing. Not to mention, he was killing fervently crazy fighters of the Nineshades Clan, to say nothing of the weak disciples of the Human Branch he was beating up now.

The Nine Yang Sword was exceedingly sharp. Each time it swept past, lifebound beast and beastmaster alike would kneel and shiver with fear.

"Buzz off!" Tianming looked around and saw that Xuanyuan Xixi's men had all collapsed...