A killing intent that seemed almost tangible erupted from Zhong Shan's entire body.
His good friend had just died, and Zhong Shan was already overwhelmed with grief. Yet at this moment, an enemy was actually insulting his dead friend to his face. How could Zhong Shan not be furious?
The people who had been defeated by Jin Peng wanted to shout for Zhong Shan to flee, but remembering Zhong Shan's prestige, none of them spoke. Since the Sacred King had stepped forward, he would surely win!
A tangible killing intent accompanied Zhong Shan's icy gaze as it shot straight toward Jin Peng.
Even Jin Peng, a powerful expert, was slightly stunned by this killing intent. This man was still at the Great Immortal Eighth Heaven and had not changed at all. What gave him the nerve to oppose me?
"Grown more capable? Let me see!" Jin Peng said coldly.
For some reason, Jin Peng suddenly sensed a dangerous aura. As he confronted Zhong Shan, his divine sense spread outward to see whether some insignificant rat was hiding nearby. But there was no one. There was no one around at all. Why did he feel a dangerous aura?
Jin Peng never imagined that it would come from Zhong Shan below.
"You're courting death!" Zhong Shan snorted coldly.
"Ang~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
The Qi Luck Golden Dragon inside his body roared once more. Zhong Shan soared into the sky, and a colossal silver Heavenly Dao once again pierced through heaven and earth.
"Opening Heaven Style!"
Accompanied by Zhong Shan's furious roar, a colossal ax light tore through space and hacked violently toward Jin Peng.
With a wave of Zhong Shan's hand, the powerful impact locked down the surrounding space and bore straight toward Jin Peng.
"Come on!" Jin Peng shouted.
Jin Peng himself was a