Corpse Rain

Rong Huan Xuan was definitely a conceited person.

He was a genius of martial arts; there was no doubt about that. Additionally, he had also managed to obtain the core inheritance of the Thousand Corpse Sect, so he should have been invincible against any opponent in the same age range as he. But Ling Han was even younger than him, yet was poweful enough to oppose him. This caused killing intent to boil within him.

"Die!" He used a secret technique and punched out, actually producing a light shadow of a black skull that was draping over a similarly black-colored battle armor. A gigantic black blade rose and shot towards Ling Han in a slash.

Ling Han's expression was a bit cautious. He took a deep breath, raised the bull's horns and launched his own slash.

Mysterious Three Thousand!