Feeling the killing intent locking him down from all around, He Xuan did not dare delay for even a moment. Without a second thought, he instantly transported out two Dark Sacred Silver Daggers.
In that moment of danger, his brain's computing speed reached an unimaginable level. The daggers abruptly trembled twice, then began spinning at an extraordinary speed. They spun faster and faster, and before long, a transparent silver sphere appeared around He Xuan.
It was the afterimage left behind by the daggers' excessive speed, while piercing noise echoed without end.
"Clang—!"
He had only just completed his defensive move when he felt the sphere violently shudder. Amid a sharp crash, his entire body was sent flying.
He did not know how far he tumbled before Hua Zhen's voice reached his ears again.
"Your imported technology is used far more skillfully than that bastard Su Ma Li ever managed~" His words dripped with mockery.
He Xuan dug his fingers into the sand to steady himself. When he raised his head again, he no longer looked as confident and ruthless as before. Staring in horror at Hua Zhen, who stood in the distance with his sword lowered, he found breathing difficult.
"Micro... Micro Wormhole Transportation... You've even mastered this technology!!"
Micro Wormhole Transportation was a technology that the Old Angel King had failed to develop even after gathering all the Council's scientific research power, consuming vast quantities of resources and materials, and sacrificing the lives of countless Angel Warriors. Yet Hua Zhen was now using it so openly. How could He Xuan not be thunderstruck?
He Xuan still vividly remembered the scene at the Old Angel King's Millennial Birthday Celebration, when twelve-year-old Hua Zhen had spoken of it before the high officials and nobles in the great hall. Yet only thirty-odd