He couldn't comprehend why Lin Qian, who was supposed to be destroyed by him, remained unscathed and even created such a miracle.
This contest was supposed to be his show, his playtime to torment Lin Qian.
The outcome should have been the fall of the genius Lin Qian, and his own effortless victory in the final moment.
He should have been the center of attention!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
In his heart, there was only this thought.
As he charged towards Lin Qian, his body was wrapped in crimson Soul Power, the ceaselessly surging blood-red Soul Power was like a river of blood flowing out of thin air.
With the successfully armed Blood Sword in his tight grasp, at this moment, there was only Lin Qian in his eyes.
The surging river of blood gathered towards his body, turning him into a giant blood sword, thrusting towards Lin Qian.
Blood God Slash!