The Seventh King's throat went dry. He instinctively tightened his grip on his broadsword as an unprecedented chill shot straight to the crown of his head.
The Seven Martial Kings Beneath the God were deeply wary of this prodigy who stood first on the Barren Heavenly God Ranking.
If he faced this man alone, he had no confidence of victory.
Xiao Lengyin, Mao Shan, and the others, bound by Spirit Locking Chains, widened their eyes, hope shining within them.
Senior Brother Di Jiuyou, the foremost of the academy's Top Ten Sequences and famously elusive—he had actually appeared here?
He said nothing.
Yet time throughout the entire Ancient Sword Forest seemed to fall into brief stagnation because of his arrival.
The Seventh King and his servants went rigid from head to toe, not daring to move or even breathe. They could feel an invisible, intangible intent—sharp enough to carve apart divine souls—locking onto them from afar.
It was as though the slightest movement would leave them separated from their heads in the next instant, their divine souls annihilated.
The Seventh King jolted awake from his shock, only to be swallowed by fury and humiliation. He had actually been frightened still for a moment by a single glance from the other man.
"Di Jiuyou!" Veins bulged across the Seventh King's neck as blood baleful aura soared from his broadsword. He roared savagely, "Stay out of this. This is a grudge between the Seven Martial Kings Beneath the God and Chu Jiang. If you don't want to tear our faces apart completely, then immediately—"
The word "get lost" had not yet fully left his mouth.
Di Jiuyou finally turned his gaze toward him. His eyes were calm and still, yet Tu Gang's following vicious words caught hard in his throat.
"My Heavenly God