Wang Ming pointed his sword at Tian Yang, who looked at the phantom in disbelief.
The dragon's head rushed toward Tian Yang, opened its jaws, and bit him with pure sword intent.
"Ahhhhhh!" Tian Yang screamed hoarsely as his arm was bitten off cleanly.
Gnaw!
The dragon then slowly bit through the rest of his limbs and body. Tian Yang's face turned bloodshot, writhing in pain—not due to the physical damage, but because the potent sword intent was destroying his body from within.
After a few minutes, Tian Yang's body burst from within as flying sword slashes of blue light tore him apart from the inside.
There was pin-drop silence, and many of them cast fearful glances at Tian Chenyu after seeing how viciously he had killed Tian Yang.
"Damn, what is this prickling sensation?"
"Such high sword intent!"
"Damn, he is vicious—that dragon phantom completely devoured him!"
"Can someone tell me what that dragon was? I felt it was made up of pure sword intent."
