As time passed, more and more cultivators gathered at Soul Severing Valley.
Rumble—
The sound of war chariots crushing through the void drew nearer, heavy as thunder.
A bronze war chariot burst through the clouds.
Atop it stood a valiant young man in black armor, a bronze war spear in hand. His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, and the Killing Intent of recent slaughter still lingered around him.
"It's the War King Family's war chariot!"
"It's Zhan Tianxing, the most outstanding heir of this generation of the War King Family!"
"Rumor has it that he obtained a fragment of the War God Diagram on an ancient battlefield. His combat strength has already reached the peak of the Divine King realm, brushing against the threshold of the Quasi-Saint realm!"
The chariot stopped atop a mountain to the east. Zhan Tianxing planted his war spear into the ground, his gaze sweeping over Soul Severing Valley as his voice rang like metal: "Seven Kings Beneath God, such petty tricks. When you appear, I'll make sure you die without a burial ground."
Almost at the same time, a chill swept in from the north.
A youth came treading through the air, his aura bleak and cold.
"Wang Mang of the Wang Family in the Northern Lands!"
"He came too? Looks like he's very invested in this showdown."
Wang Mang looked toward the battlefield, his voice icy. "Damn Chu Jiang, Seven Martial Kings Beneath the God, you'd better truly have some skill. Better yet, both sides suffer grievous losses."
Last time, if not for the trump card his clan had given him, he would have long since croaked.
He dearly wished for Chu Jiang and his opponents to fight to the death, their blood splattering across the ground.
From the west came the chanting