Three Months Later, Peach Mountain Rescue Mother

If not for the tenacious vitality of a Daluo Golden Immortal, that kick alone would have annihilated both his body and soul.

The divine general lay at the bottom of the crater, staring up in abject terror at the young man above him, who looked like a demon god.

Yang Jian looked down at him from on high.

The blade of the Shield-Axe in his hand still dripped with dark red blood.

The dense Killing Intent was so piercing that even the divine general's Primordial Spirit trembled.

"You... you dare kill me?"

Enduring the searing pain, the divine general roared fiercely despite his inner weakness.

"I am an Orthodox God of the Western Heavenly Court, acting under the orders of the Heavenly Emperor Haotian!"

"If you kill me, His Majesty will never let you off! The entire Heavenly Court will hunt you to the ends of the earth!"

He tried to use the Heavenly Court's prestige to intimidate Yang Jian.

But he had clearly miscalculated.

Yang Jian's gaze was indifferent, without the slightest ripple, as though he were looking at some pitiful ant.

"The Heavenly Court?"

"Haotian?"

A cold curve touched Yang Jian's lips.

"If you hadn't come looking for me, I would have gone looking for you sooner or later."

At those words, the divine general's heart sank.

This brat was insane. He wasn't afraid of the Heavenly Court at all!

Just as the divine general thought his death was certain, Yang Jian slowly removed the foot pressing on his chest.

"I won't kill you."

Yang Jian's voice was cold, carrying an unquestionable dominance.

The divine general froze, then was overjoyed.

He thought Yang Jian had ultimately still feared the majesty of the Heavenly Court.

Yet Yang Jian's next words sent him plunging into an ice cellar.

"Go back."