Xiao Ming's energy was being siphoned away at an alarming rate by the spirit dwelling within the elemental stone, its greedy gaze locked onto his dao energy with insatiable hunger.
Yet, what the spirit failed to realize was that Xiao Ming possessed an unparalleled sword intent, one capable of ruthlessly dispatching spirit life forms and apparitions alike.
BANG!
Without a moment's hesitation, Xiao Ming's Heavenly Flame Sword shot from his sleeve, controlled by the force of his sword intent.
His eyes were a whirlwind of colors—on one side, a ghostly pale silver, and on the other, a brilliant golden hue, reflecting the tumultuous clash of energies swirling within him.
These two conflicting forces mirrored the inner battle raging between his cultivation and the forces that sought to subjugate him.
The elemental stone, a powerful artifact capable of cracking all three cores within Xiao Ming's body, was his target.
