A puppet?
Before the sound had faded, the man had arrived.
Yao Chen suddenly looked up, only to see a somewhat familiar young man, crimson sword wings spread behind him, gripping a blade with both hands as he cleaved down at him with the force of a Mountain Splitting Strike.
His speed was swift as a startled swan!
Above the razor-sharp blade seemed to hang a River of Heavenly Fire, its surging, torrential aura crashing toward him head-on.
The attack had come far too suddenly. Yao Chen suppressed his doubts for the moment and swung the Mysterious Heavy Ruler in counterattack.
Clang! Their weapons collided. In an instant, a surging energy blast spread outward from the two of them in rippling waves, kicking up clouds of dust.
After that strike, Yao Chen remained steadily suspended in the air.
The charging young man, however, was knocked several zhang backward.
Just as Yao Chen was about to speak, the young man moved again. His rapidly retreating body abruptly halted before charging back in an unpredictable counterattack. His strangely shaped blade slashed like a raging storm, and in the blink of an eye, he had already swung it more than thirty times.
Astonishing crimson sword qi descended from the heavens like a sea of fire, carrying an incomparably violent aura of destruction.
Not bad, but not enough to threaten a Dou Emperor.
Yao Chen's expression remained unchanged. He did not feel much pressure.
The Mysterious Heavy Ruler in his hand swept out rapidly at profound angles, skillfully neutralizing that unceasing barrage.
"Young friend, stop. There may be some misunderstanding between us." Old Yao's deep, aged voice emerged from beneath the black robe.
The duration of Myriad God Calamity had ended, and Chen Guan had already landed on the ground.
Hearing those words, he