Tian Lang walked up to Jiang Ping An, who was covered in blood. Just as he was about to pull out the Divine Sword embedded in Jiang Ping An's body, he suddenly felt his ankle tighten.
Looking down, he saw that Jiang Ping An had grabbed his foot.
Tian Lang dismissed it with scorn.
He was merely a lower-ranking Lord God. Even if he stood still and let him attack, he would not be injured...
Before that thought could finish forming, he suddenly felt the world spin. The scene before his eyes blurred, and he saw the barrier slam toward his head.
More precisely, his own head was slamming into the barrier!
With a violent crash, the barrier wall shook fiercely, divine light flickering across it.
Agonizing pain spread from his head through Tian Lang's entire body. He felt as though his skull and spine had both shattered.
How could a lower-ranking Lord God possess such terrifying strength?!
The rage Tian Lang had just vented surged up again.
He gathered divine power, preparing to break free from Jiang Ping An's grip.
But before he could act, Jiang Ping An pulled the Divine Sword from his abdomen, gripped its hilt tightly, swung it in a wide arc, and sent its blade slicing across Tian Lang's neck.
"Pfft!"
Blood erupted. Tian Lang's neck was severed, and his head flew into the air.
Worthy of being a High-Grade Lord God Level Divine Sword—it was truly sharp. Cutting through a middle-ranking Lord God's body was like slicing open a cucumber.
Just as Jiang Ping An swung his sword a second time, Tian Lang immediately controlled the Divine Sword with his thoughts and sent it slashing toward Jiang Ping An himself.
Sensing that the Divine Sword was out of his control, Jiang Ping An hurled