How is My Master So Awesome?

Bixiao stood rooted to the spot, staring up at the sky.

She watched the peerless axe light that had slain a mighty enemy and split the stars slowly dissipate into the depths of the cosmos.

Her mind was completely blank.

What... had just happened?

One axe strike?

Just one axe strike!

A mid-stage Daluo Golden Immortal demon king, an expert of Northern Darkness Palace, had simply... vanished?

Not even ashes remained?

With difficulty, she turned her head, her gaze falling upon the figure standing proudly with a gigantic axe in hand.

At that moment, Yang Jian looked to her like an unparalleled God of War from ancient times, one who commanded slaughter and conquest!

Too... too powerful!

Was this the true strength of Senior Disciple Brother's disciple?

Yang Jian put away the War God's Axe. Feeling the still-surging power within him and the excited hum transmitted by the battle axe, his heart swelled with boundless heroic spirit.

Awesome!

That was incredible!

The power of that axe strike was more than ten times greater than he had expected!

Was this Xing Tian's axe technique?

Sure enough—it was domineering, direct, and effective!

He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, calming the turmoil in his heart.

Then he turned around and looked at Bixiao, who was still frozen in shock, as well as the Innate Spiritual Root nearby that radiated an alluring Dao aura.

"Alright, the fly has been dealt with."

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Now, it's time to deal with the spoils of war."

Only upon hearing the words "spoils of war" did Bixiao suddenly snap back to her senses.

She glanced at the small Chaos-colored tree, then at Yang Jian. Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she hurriedly waved her hands.

"Martial nephew Yang Jian, that won't