Divine power surged through Yang Jian's entire body, causing his cascade of black hair to dance and causing visual distortions to appear all around his physique.
He wore an asymmetrical suit of armor, his right arm completely covered in plating while his left arm remained hidden within a wide, black robe sleeve.
His speed was extremely fast as he appeared on Ask the Heavens Platform in the blink of an eye, lifting the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade to hack downward at Wang Ming sitting serenely upon the throne, manifesting a golden blade light meant to split Wang Ming straight down the middle from head to toe.
"Tyrant, meet your end!"
Yang Jian was supremely confident, certain that this single slash would undoubtedly slaughter this so-called co-lord of the world, Di Xin.
Ji Fa and the feudal lords of the world turned pale with terror at the mere mention of Di Xin, suppressed to the point where they dared not even lift their heads.
Yet in Yang Jian's eyes, he was nothing special.
In his heart, Yang Jian still acknowledged Di Xin's capabilities, yet the inherent arrogance of an immortal cultivator caused him to look down upon Di Xin.
No matter how vast a mortal king's territory might be, how many people he ruled, or how stellar his reputation, by the end of his life he would amount to nothing more than a patch of yellow dirt.
Were it not for the laws of heaven and earth dictating that immortal cultivators could not harm human kings, Yang Jian believed he would have had no need to strike a second blow.
At this moment, the Storm Riders Duo who had been constantly guarding Di Xin's side had departed, and Yang Jian had already mentally sentenced Di Xin to death!
Di Xin sat upright,