"That would be me."
Xuan Yuan Chen Feng lightly shook the spear in his hand and looked straight at Shi Kongwu as he replied.
At present, under Maha's suppression, the "momentum" in the Great Yanyu Cosmos had already plummeted to rock bottom.
But neither the old patriarch nor the many Heavenly Venerates had any good way to respond. After all, the Saint Race currently held an absolute advantage, and there was practically no way to break Maha's Open Conspiracy!
The moment a Heavenly Venerate made a move, the Final Battle with the Saint Race would begin at once. Yet facing the unfathomable Saint Race, the Heavenly Rank Race had virtually no confidence at all!
After discussing it for a long while, they could only send Xuan Yuan Chen Feng to risk everything in one desperate gamble.
Xuan Yuan Chen Feng cultivated the Truth Divine Dao and had now comprehended it to profound depths. If he could land a single successful strike and eliminate Maha, he would be able to buy the cosmos a precious stretch of time.
Maha had originally already left this hill, but now he stopped in his tracks and looked back. A cold, sinister smile spread across his face. "Heh, a bunch of sly old foxes are planning to test me..."
Xuan Yuan Chen Feng noticed Maha's gaze. The spear tip, which had originally been angled toward the ground, swayed slightly. With a soft whoosh, it swept through the air, flashing an eye-catching spear blossom before pointing straight at Maha.
It was a very casual provocation, but beneath that spear's midair point, Maha suddenly felt a faint, aching pain in his right chest!
His right chest was one of the major Weak Points of Maha's physical body. When his father had forged this body for him, a