Bestowing Quintessential Blood Upon the Great Witch

Rip!

The void was sliced open, leaving behind a black fissure.

Yang Jian gazed at the Shield-Axe in his hand, his eyes brimming with fervor and excitement.

He turned and bowed deeply toward Xing Tian's spiritual consciousness.

"Thank you, Senior, for granting me this axe!"

"Yang Jian will never disgrace your mighty name! I will cleave open Peach Mountain and shatter those heavenly laws!"

Xing Tian looked at Yang Jian, who held the Shield-Axe with an unstoppable aura, and a trace of approval flashed through his eyes.

This boy's physical body was not only absurdly powerful, but his courage to defy the heavens also suited Xing Tian's taste perfectly.

What the Witch Clan admired most were men of such hot blood.

"Good!"

"Good! Shatter the heavenly laws!"

Xing Tian burst into laughter, the sound shaking loose pebbles from the surrounding mountains.

"You brat are far more pleasing to the eye than those Demon Race scum from back then."

His illusory headless body leaned forward slightly, the enormous mouth on his abdomen opening and closing.

"However, your cultivation is still far too weak."

"Mid Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal may be considered decent among the younger generation."

"But what you must face is the Heavenly Court, Haotian, and perhaps even those lofty Saints."

Xing Tian's words were like a basin of cold water, yet they failed to extinguish the flames in Yang Jian's eyes.

Yang Jian tightened his grip on the Shield-Axe.

"This junior understands."

"But no matter who stands before me, even if it is a Saint, this junior will never retreat."

Hearing Yang Jian's words, Xing Tian's awe toward Qin Mu deepened further.

A Saint capable of teaching such a disciple was undoubtedly one of the most terrifying beings in the Primordial Wilderness.

Not only was Saint Qin Mu immensely