Grief and fury burst from Li Jing’s words all at once. Just seven words, yet they conveyed the depths of his anguish and rage. “I’ll avenge them!” Li Jing burned his life essence. The great blade in his hand was also covered in white light as he used his essence to spread the power of the white jade through his body and into his blade. “Ah! You actually, actually killed everyone, Great Hero! Did the boss die too?” The light in Li Jing’s eyes dimmed. The priest laughed wildly, not noticing that Li Jing had tightened his grip on the blade. His eyes were bloodshot. “Really? I refuse to lose! My fate is mine to command, not Heaven’s! If I can hurt you by a single hair, I’ll come out ahead! If I can hurt you by two hairs, I’ll make a killing! So what if we die together? Then at least my death will be worth it! Farewell, Little Black, Little Yellow.” The blood energy in Li Jing’s body surged, and his spiritual power reversed course and collided with it. Yet the expected explosion never came. “Maybe I don’t have to die.” The spiritual power around Li Jing flowed into his body, and he swallowed all the blood jade grass in one gulp. “This must be the first skill in human history to combine martial arts and spiritual power. I’ll call it Spirit Me”
