When did the Jie Teachings produce such a fierce person?

Yang Jian muttered to himself, but did not reveal himself at once.

The waters of the Three Realms ran deep these days.

Though Daluo Golden Immortals counted as masters in their own right, they were far from invincible.

What if two untouchable big shots were sparring ahead? If he rashly went over to join the fun, would he not be asking for trouble?

He had just obtained an immense fortuitous opportunity, and his strength had soared. He was riding high on the spring breeze of success, and had no desire to invite needless trouble over a moment of curiosity.

Still, simply taking a detour left him somewhat unwilling.

Great skill bred great courage.

Feeling the surging, ocean-like power within his body and the waves of yearning emanating from the War God's Axe in his hand, Yang Jian's courage swelled considerably.

"It won't hurt to take a look."

"As long as I'm careful and conceal my aura, with my current cultivation, who could discover me unless a Saint personally arrived?"

Having made up his mind, Yang Jian immediately circulated his mystic art and concealed his aura to the utmost. Even the fierce baleful aura of the War God's Axe was firmly suppressed with his Primordial Spirit.

After doing all this, he became like an invisible wisp of breeze, silently slipping toward the source of the battle's fluctuations.

A distance of several thousand li took him only a few breaths.

Before long, a devastated mountain range came into view.

Within a valley ahead, two figures were locked in an incomparably fierce battle.

Laws collided, divine abilities clashed!

The violent aftershocks of energy had flattened every mountain peak within several hundred li. The ground was crisscrossed with enormous ravines, a horrifying sight to behold.

The very first thing to catch Yang Jian's eye