Exchange of Moves
Jun Changxiao approached with his head lowered, stepping through the void. He held the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his right hand and the Uncollectible Blade in its Broken Sword form in his left. His full head of green hair was exceptionally eye-catching—so green it made people uneasy.
It was obvious that he had revealed quite a few trump cards by now.
"Who are you?"
the Red-haired Man asked in a deep voice.
The nonchalance in his eyes had been replaced by solemnity.
He could sense that this green-haired man was far from ordinary.
What a coincidence.
One red, one green—just as the saying went, a match made in dogshit.
"The dead are not worthy of knowing who I am." Jun Changxiao kept his head lowered, his words outrageously arrogant.
He was furious now.
Because the other party had repeatedly bombarded the World Protecting Formation, consuming a great deal of Plane Origin energy.
The Formation was powered by the plane itself. Whether in its construction or operation, the energy it required came from the latter.
To be precise.
The upper limit of the World Protecting Formation's strength depended on the Plane Origin.
At the same time, being attacked would also consume the energy it provided.
The Red-haired Man's two fierce bombardments just now had not broken it, but they had still burned through considerable energy—equivalent to at least over a billion Spirit Stones.
For the Wangu Realm, with its vast resources, that was merely a drop in the ocean.
But!
For Jun Changxiao, that would not do!
He had no objections to however extravagantly his disciples spent things, but if someone else took them away—or even destroyed them—he absolutely could not accept it!
Kill him!
Beat him to death!
Thinking of how that energy had just died such