At Last, Zhou Yuan

"You three should have had enough fun by now, shouldn't you? Take me to see Zhou Yuan. Otherwise, don't blame me for showing no mercy."

On the Cangxuan Sect plaza, Yan Qingshan looked down at the three of them and spoke. Then, an even more powerful aura surged from his body. The overwhelming pressure made even the three, who had long surpassed the Saint Realm, feel strained.

Behind Zhao Mushen appeared a ferocious beast with its huge mouth wide open, endlessly devouring everything around it. "So this is the power of a True God. After all these years, I never expected us to still be so far from this realm."

Chu Qing shook his head and said, "The difference between a Quasi-God and a True God is but one word, yet it is the difference between heaven and earth. Not everyone possesses Zhou Yuan's talent. Even after all these years of cultivation, we still have quite a distance to go before reaching that realm."

"Draw your swords. Fight."

Of the three, Li Chunjun spoke the least, but his attitude was the firmest and his actions the most decisive. As he spoke, his sword was already drawn, and an intense sword-path pressure swept across heaven and earth.

"Heh heh, just what I wanted."

After laughing, the phantom gourd in Chu Qing's palm became increasingly solid. Another seven-colored sword light was about to be unleashed, clearly preparing for something big.

"That bastard tore me apart. Letting him off so easily would make it seem like I admitted defeat. I'll go mad with you two just this once."

Zhao Mushen gave Yan Qingshan a sinister smile. Then he formed seals with both hands, and Divine Power surged forth. Endless black mist swept up behind him, forming a black hole, while the phantom of