Perhaps this time, even without Immortal Master Ling Ji locking on, Saint Origin One could still find Sword12.
The martial artist in black left.
But in Tianxin's mind, scenes began to play out.
They were images of You Shifei, Yang Zhen, Tong Xuan, and Tie Yuan.
Finally, it froze on Sword12.
However, at the time, Sword12 hadn't left much of a deep impression on Tianxin.
"I came to the northern battlefield, never for the Northern Barbarians."
"I merely sought to find opponents, to complete my mastery of the Slaughter Intent. Unfortunately, I was ultimately unable to fulfill that wish."
"Forget it. After some time, once the Slaughter Intent reaches its pinnacle, I'll leave the northern battlefield and head to the North Region's Heavenly Sect…"
Tianxin shook his head and closed his eyes again.
...
"It's done! My physical body now wields the power of 800 cauldrons!"
Lu Changsheng could feel the rapid surge in strength coursing through his body.
