"Earlier, you said that if the Godhead of Emperor Jiuyun were given to me, Chaos Heaven would have a sliver of hope?" Li Zhōujūn asked with a relaxed smile, even as he continued holding back Martial Emperor's silver spear, which had expanded to ten thousand zhang in length.
Seeing how relaxed Li Zhōujūn looked while blocking the spear thrust from her clone, Martial Emperor could not help feeling surprised. However, she continued, "Yes. But as I said before, if you can defeat this clone of mine, the Godhead of Emperor Jiuyun will naturally belong to you."
As Martial Emperor's voice fell, a crack appeared in the void. Immediately afterward, a woman dressed in white martial attire, her hair neatly tied up and her unpowdered face still as beautiful as a celestial maiden's, slowly walked out of the rift.
The woman's aura was not particularly formidable, yet she gave off an overwhelming sense of pressure that inspired awe and made people afraid to look directly at her.
"Lord Martial Emperor!" When the people of Martial God Hall saw the White-robed Woman emerge, fervor flashed through their eyes as they bowed respectfully.
Martial Emperor paid no attention to the people of Martial God Hall. Instead, her beautiful eyes turned toward Li Zhōujūn. With a wave of her jade-like hand, the ten-thousand-zhang silver spear that had been locked in a stalemate with Li Zhōujūn began shrinking until it returned to normal size and flew back into her hand.
At the same time, Li Zhōujūn shook his arm and smiled. "Lord Martial Emperor, it seems a battle really is unavoidable today."
"Enough nonsense." Martial Emperor smiled as she spoke, then attacked again. The instant she pointed her spear at Li Zhōujūn, countless silver spear shadows split off and densely filled the space before her.