Xing Tian: You Are the One I Was Waiting For

The two blood-red divine beams were blocked by Fire Spirit, but the Killing Intent they stirred up in the void still made the entire space shake violently.

Yang Jian stood at Fire Spirit's side, the Heavenly Eye on his forehead blazing with golden light.

He stared fixedly at the enormous head before them.

This was Xing Tian.

Even with only a single head remaining, even after being suppressed in the remnants of Buzhou Mountain for countless years—

that savage battle intent, as though it could cleave heaven and earth apart, still made one feel suffocated.

"Those who trespass here, die."

A low, hoarse voice emerged from the massive head.

It was not loud, yet it exploded like thunder within the Primordial Spirits of the two of them.

Ancient Witch Clan array patterns lit up at once across the surrounding black-red rocks.

The patterns intertwined, forming a blood-red cage that vaguely sought to trap Yang Jian and Fire Spirit within.

Fire Spirit's expression shifted slightly, but she did not retreat.

The golden-crimson divine flames around her body surged explosively, burning back all the approaching Killing Intent.

"Senior Xing Tian."

"We did not come intending to offend you."

Fire Spirit stepped forward, her voice clear and bright, carrying a confidence neither servile nor overbearing.

"We are disciples of the Sect of Interception."

"I am Fire Spirit, disciple of Daoist Duobao, the First Disciple of the Sect of Interception."

She paused briefly, then pointed at Yang Jian beside her.

"This is my Junior Brother, Yang Jian."

"He is a disciple of Qin Mu Saint, the Vice Sect Leader of the Sect of Interception."

The instant those words were spoken, the blood-red Killing Intent throughout the space abruptly froze.

The Witch Clan array patterns that had been wildly circulating also halted at that moment.