Elsewhere.
Having just finished a battle with Storyteller and gained the upper hand through his formidable cultivation, Teng Shanhai now looked at Xu Xiaoshou in the distance, who stared at him like the god of death. He was not feeling so well.
Xu Xiaoshou's gaze itself was not frightening.
But the nine dragon phantoms behind him had stopped dancing along with his words, pouring all their pressure down upon Teng Shanhai's head.
Crack!
The floor beneath his feet was the first to split with fissures.
Completely locked onto by the power of a peak saintly image, Teng Shanhai finally felt the qualitative gap between the power of a Higher Void and Saint Power.
Where did this thing crawl out from?
Teng Shanhai was truly shocked.
He could tell that the young man in the distance was the very youth who, after being blocked by him earlier, had been forced to flee in panic.
But...
How long had it even been?
Why did he seem like an entirely different person? When he came back to kill again, he even had a saintly image behind him? If you had that thing, why the hell did you run earlier? Were you playing me for a fool? Whoosh.
At that moment, a faint sound of wind arose.
A moment ago, Teng Shanhai had still been grumbling inwardly.
The next instant, Xu Xiaoshou, who had declared that he would kill another Taixu, was already before him.
"How do you want to die?" Xu Xiaoshou tilted his head.
After One Step to Heaven, he stood only one step away from Teng Shanhai.
No other movement could be seen from him.
Yet, with the momentum of pressing a victory to its peak, reinforced by the pressure of Saint Power...
At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou arrived bearing the