Li Xuanyang had once imagined that he would be unyielding in the face of death, but when the sword actually reached his neck, he realized that he would miss this interesting world and was reluctant to leave the women. However, the young man caught up again. The majesty in his black and gold eyes was a nightmare that Li Xuanyang would never forget until death. He finally realized that his opponent was a miracle and his ten bane-rings were real. Tianming’s sword descended, and this time, the goal was Li Xuanyang's neck. It was clear that he had run out of patience. Now was the time to hold up Li Xuanyang's head and mobilize a counterattack.

"Please—" Before Li Xuanyang could beg, his...