"Zhao Xuan!"
Tang San looked at the white-robed figure in delighted surprise. Joy instantly blossomed across his tense face, while everyone from Heaven Dou Empire in the distance also let out a sigh of relief. Cold sweat streamed down their foreheads as their hearts finally dropped from their throats.
In contrast, the joy that had just appeared on the faces of the Titled Douluo left behind by Spirit Hall vanished in an instant, replaced by utter despair.
Standing in the void, Zhao Xuan wore an icy expression. Brilliant lightning flashed within his eyes, containing surging fury like a suppressed volcano.
He stared fixedly at the God of Death, wishing he could devour his flesh alive. If not for his Sixth Soul Skill saving his life, he might truly have fallen just now.
"You're not dead?"
A hint of surprise appeared on the God of Death's handsome face before he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
"This is troublesome."
Zhao Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly. In the next instant, his figure transformed into a bolt of lightning as he wielded the God Slaying Spear and charged toward the God of Death.
The Purple Gold lightning contained vast righteousness and sacred might, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn that could pierce through all darkness.
"This feeling is truly unpleasant."
He stared directly at the lightning around Zhao Xuan and murmured softly.
The next moment, he flung out the Scythe of Death in his hand. The chain connected to the end of the Scythe of Death rustled, one end extending from the God of Death's deep sleeve and held in his grasp as it stretched outward without end.
Though this move appeared casual, it required tremendous skill, for the casually flung Scythe of Death was chopping straight down at Zhao