"Good, very good! Li Changlin, since you're determined to die, this young master will grant your wish today!"
Cheng Hui sneered repeatedly, his gaze fixed on Li Changlin as he spoke in a dark tone, "This day next year will be your death anniversary!"
"Enough with the nonsense. If you're going to act, hurry up!" Li Changlin snorted coldly. Then, turning to the spectators, he shouted:
"Everyone step back, be careful not to get caught in the crossfire."
Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately stirred, and many people hurriedly retreated backward.
At this moment, Cheng Hui spat out a mouthful of vital blood to activate the Zhen Tian Tower.
Instantly, the tower radiated dazzling brilliance, threads of spiritual energy flowed into Cheng Hui's body, and his power soared rapidly.
Twice as much, three times as much...
In mere moments, Cheng Hui's power increased sixfold, reaching the Power of Twelve Dragons.
