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Luo Tian looked up at the giant sword, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, but he put on a solemn expression.

He raised his hands above his head, as if using all his strength to withstand the sword strike.

"boom!"

The lightsaber struck, blasting a huge crater in the ground. Smoke and dust billowed, and debris flew everywhere.

Luo Tian was smashed into the pit and remained motionless for a long time.

"Is he/she dead?"

"He's definitely dead! Even a peak Martial Arts Venerable couldn't withstand that attack!"

"Luo Tian is finally dead!"

As the smoke and dust cleared, a hand slowly emerged from the pit.

Luo Tian crawled out of the pit, covered in wounds, his clothes torn, and his hair disheveled.

"How is this possible?!"

Master Xuanmu's expression changed drastically. He felt that something was wrong and was at a loss for what to do next.

Luo Tian raised his head, looked at him, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

Then he took a step forward and threw a punch.

It was just an ordinary punch, with no skill involved.

But Master Xuanmu discovered that he could no longer move.

An invisible force locked him in place, and no matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail.

"No……"

Luo Tian's fist landed solidly on his chest.

"puff!"

Master Xuanmu spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and landed on the ground, completely lifeless.

Dead again??

A deathly silence fell over everyone once again, and they too fell into self-doubt!

"Even a peak Martial Arts Master is dead?"

Just how strong is Luo Tian?

"Although he won, he's almost done for. Look, he can barely stand."

"That's right, he's already at his last gasp. One more attack and he'll surely die!"

……

In the ancient martial arts world, those old monsters couldn't sit still any longer.

"This child cannot be allowed to live!"

Xuanqing Zhenren, another elder of the Imperial Sword Sect, stood up, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"If we let him grow up, he will surely become a major problem."

The Supreme Elder of the Mad Saber Sect, Saber Emperor, gripped his cleaver tightly:

"A peak Martial Arts Venerable is no big deal to kill. I can take care of him with a single strike."

"No rush!"

Lotus Ancestor said calmly:

"Let's take another look."

The Netherworld Ghost Ancestor licked his lips:

"I want his soul and body; they'll be perfect for making puppets and increasing my cultivation!"

……

A figure flew out from among the foreign forces—Dracula, the vampire prince.

He was a peak martial arts master who had lived for over a thousand years.

"Luo Tian, ​​I'm taking your blood!"

Dracula transformed into a black shadow, moving with incredible speed, and pounced towards Luo Tian.

Luo Tian dodged, but Dracula was too fast, leaving several wounds on his body, blood splattering everywhere, making him look quite miserable.

"Wow, so fast! Is this the speed of a vampire?"

"Luo Tian simply can't keep up with his speed!"

"Luo Tian is completely finished this time!"

Dracula traversed the air, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

Luo Tian dodged left and right, but was hit every time.

He was covered in wounds, and his robes were stained with blood.

"Die!"

Dracula opened his blood-red maw and bit down on Luo Tian's neck.

Luo Tian suddenly stopped and ceased his escape.

He then threw a punch, which landed squarely on Dracula's chest.

"Snap!"

The sound of the ribs breaking was clearly audible.

Dracula was sent flying backward and crashed to the ground, his chest caved in; he was dead.

Luo Tian stood there, swaying as if he might fall at any moment.

But he just wouldn't fall. Isn't that infuriating?

"You...you won again?"

"The vampire prince is dead too?"

"Is Luo Tian even human? How can he fight after sustaining such severe injuries?"

"He's already done for. Look, he can barely stand. One more hit and he'll be dead!"

……