The slender Cultivator, entangled by the Wandering Bee Blade in the distance, looked on with eyes wide in fury and despair as his hands flew through a frantic series of seals. "Flower Stone Shield! Rise!"
But it was too late. The second Fireball had already torn through the sky, whistling toward him with terrifying power...
"BOOM—!!!"
After the explosion, all that remained were two charred and fragmented corpses, along with the blackened, shattered pieces of a shield strewn across the ground.
Lin Changheng's expression was calm. He raised a hand to recall the Wandering Bee Blade and the Jade Bamboo Whip, which darted into his sleeve like a pair of fish.
And with that, all three Tribulation Cultivators were dead.
After more than ten years, Lin Changheng had once again engaged in Magical Combat and reaped a great harvest, effortlessly taking down and slaughtering all three opponents by himself.
Next, of course, was the time to collect his spoils.
