"Holy Traveler, block it!" The fragments of the white-haired Grandmaster's consciousness roared urgently, pleading for assistance.

The golden silk parasol flew toward him, gradually devouring his scattered consciousness fragments.

He wanted to counterattack, but the golden thread transformed from Yu Gen Sheng pinned him down, suppressing his power. It was terrifying as he watched himself being consumed.

After Qin Ming clashed with the Holy Traveler, he found himself pushed to desperation, viewing it as a survival fight at the brink of death, going completely berserk. Additionally, with the Holy Traveler's "Entanglement Technique," the two were locked in a bloody battle, inseparable.

"No..." The white-haired Grandmaster was terrified, still wanting to survive, thinking that if the Holy Traveler won, he might be able to recover.

In fact, even if the Holy Traveler took action, he couldn't resolve the calamity of the golden thread for the white-haired Grandmaster.

Reality was harsh; that big parasol silently kept striking at him, giving him no chance.

After assessing, the white-haired Grandmaster sorrowfully realized that even if the Holy Traveler could win, it wouldn't be anytime soon.

What kind of monster was that young man radiating Heavenly Light? Despite being gravely injured, almost disintegrating, he could still fight to the end with the Holy Traveler. Truly an anomaly.

The white-haired Grandmaster despaired, determining that he couldn't hold on until the Holy Traveler defeated the opponent.

"No!" This time, it was the golden silk parasol's turn to cry out mournfully.

Its food was burning; the servant with highly recognized Soul Light was heading towards self-destruction.

The white-haired Grandmaster was a decisive person. Knowing there was no way out, he wouldn't let himself become nourishment for the opponent. He burned his own consciousness fragments, choosing to perish.

"I beg you, don't commit suicide, boo hoo..." The golden silk parasol was heartbroken.

"I...hate it!" In the self-destructive blaze, the white-haired Grandmaster was overwhelmingly resentful. Near death, being pleaded with and cried over like this, he was mentally shattered.

The golden silk parasol sobbed; such a Grandmaster was slipping away just like that.

Qin Ming was bleeding, staring at the short sword in the Holy Traveler's hand, barely longer than the palm, its entire body glowing with a purple radiance. It was a Flying Sword, but gripped in the opponent's hand, it had just slashed his shoulder.

"Is the Traveler Civilization...this wealthy?" Qin Ming's eyes widened.

"This was acquired by chance. Do you want it?" The Holy Traveler smiled faintly.

With a clang, Qin Ming drew a snow-white Exotic Gold Short Knife for defense.

Meanwhile, he prepared to use various killer moves, aiming to end the fight sooner; if this continued, he might not hold out.

The golden silk parasol approached, ready to help him resist the opponent together.

With a swish, the Holy Traveler activated the Instant Teleportation Talisman. Using the Entanglement Technique, he took Qin Ming with him, turning into a stream of light and disappearing at the horizon's edge.

In an instant, Qin Ming found himself transported 800 miles away.

Neither spoke; it was a life-or-death struggle, both holding nothing back, attacking the opponent with all their might.

Moments later, Qin Ming's body fractured once but was reassembled.

The Holy Traveler looked grave. Earlier, he had been decapitated by the Nine-colored Sword Qi, his head flying off. Yet, he was indeed formidable, promptly using a wonderful technique to merge the remaining pieces and recuperate.

"Teach me that Golden Thread Technique of yours, and I'll leave, no longer engaging in a life-or-death duel with you. How about it?" The Holy Traveler spoke.

Qin Ming replied, "You want me to compromise, and then you continually push for more? In a life-and-death struggle, resorting to this language and tactic reveals your insecurity."

Clang!

The Holy Traveler unleashed his purple-glowing Flying Sword, releasing Light of Flying Immortal, emitting rune-like stars, covering towards Qin Ming with terrifying means.

Qin Ming endured the impending disintegration consequences, using his Spirit Field to seize the purple-glowing Flying Sword.

"Hmm?"

With a swoosh, the Traveler Civilization, renowned for speed, this moment, the flaxen-curled young man, at the brink of mental disconnection, relied on raw speed to snatch the Flying Sword and retreated in an instant.

Qin Ming's expression turned serious; such speed was truly astonishing. Even at his full state, he needed to push Chaos Force to the limit to match it.

His injuries were too severe, leaving many killer moves difficult to deploy at full power. With the opponent so fast, if he couldn't deliver a killing blow, they might escape in no time.

In his current state, he couldn't catch up.

Qin Ming decided to take a risk.

All the operable golden silk he had was stitched into himself; without it, amidst such intense battles, he would have long since disintegrated.

Moments later, in an escalated skirmish, blood splattered as Qin Ming disregarded his body, fully unleashing the golden thread, thrusting forward relentlessly.

During this process, he not only shattered again but this time, it was more severe, breaking into dozens if not hundreds of pieces.

The Holy Traveler erupted into a colorful storm, akin to ascending as an immortal, with speed to the extreme. Evidently, the supreme speed technique he mastered wasn't entirely learned even by the white-haired Grandmaster.

This was one of the highest inheritances of the Traveler faction.

The dense golden threads pierced through the Void like a stream of light, pursuing him, missing once, then quickly following, despite several teleportations.

"This..." The Holy Traveler's heart thudded in alarm.

The opponent's wonderful technique surpassed him in the speed domain, and finally, those golden threads speared him like Golden Needles.

"Ah..." Overconfident, he was pierced through in both body and spirit.

Previously, he witnessed battles among Grandmasters, appraising the speed of the golden threads, making related assessments. In an equal-level confrontation, he believed he could dodge.