"Clang!"
A fierce collision sound erupted.
"Pfft!"
Ling Baicao couldn't withstand Brother Tianjian, spitting out several mouthfuls of fresh blood. His entire body was like a lone boat drifting in a stormy sea, seemingly always on the brink of capsizing.
Brother Tianjian's gaze was sharp, like thunder and lightning, commanding the world.
"Brother Bai Cao, things have come to this, will you still not concede?"
Ling Baicao forcibly steadied himself, his face pale, looking haggard and clearly on his last breath.
"Brother Tianjian, I had said before that I would sacrifice my broken body for the Heavenly Dao!"
After speaking, he clasped his hands together, conjuring an Ancient Cauldron inscribed with runes in his palms.
"Yu Emperor's Treasure Cauldron?"
Brother Tianjian saw the Divine Artifact in Ling Baicao's palm, a hint of surprise flashed in his lightning-like eyes.
However, this surprise faded quickly.
Immediately, he sneered sinisterly.
