Spinning like a top, Tang San unleashed blow after blow, each strike more powerful than the last, his terrifying strength continuously pouring forth. Within mere moments, he had struck the Lion-Tiger Sword Saint more than twenty times.1

The Lion-Tiger Sword Saint was forced to retreat step by step, unable to withstand the increasing power of Tang San's attacks. Even more terrifying was that he could barely hold onto his own sword. Despite continuously infusing it with bloodline power, the sword grew hotter and hotter, changing from gold to red-hot. The intense heat even began to scorch his palms.0

Why? Why was this happening? He was more powerful than his opponent. Yet, he was being suppressed without any chance to counterattack. Even a brief moment to calm down and channel his bloodline power would make a difference, but the previously...1