The Saint's Clone Descends Upon Peach Mountain

That aura was faint, full of pain.

An uncontrollable rage surged from the depths of Yang Jian's heart, shooting straight to the crown of his head.

"Surrender without resistance?"

Yang Jian laughed, his laughter filled with endless mockery and chilling killing intent.

"I came today for one reason only: to save my mother."

He slowly raised the giant Shield-Axe in his hand, the bloody glow along its blade reflecting off his cold face.

"Those who stand in my way, die!"

The instant the final word, "die," left his lips, an utterly terrifying killing intent erupted with a boom!

The golden-armored divine general and the others felt their souls tremble, as though some primordial ferocious beast had fixed its gaze upon them. Their limbs turned ice-cold.

"Form the formation! Stay alert!"

Terrified, the golden-armored divine general hastily shouted.

At his command, the hundred thousand celestial soldiers and generals sprang into motion, instantly forming the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Fiends Grand Formation. Silver divine light soared into the sky, answering the Heavenly Net Formation around Peach Mountain from afar.

Yet Yang Jian gave them no time to prepare.

"Kill!"

A furious roar shook the nine heavens!

Yang Jian transformed into a streak of golden lightning that tore through heaven and earth. Gripping his giant axe, he charged without hesitation at the grim barricade formed by the hundred thousand celestial soldiers and generals!

The great battle was about to erupt!

"Kill!"

That roar seemed to drain every last trace of forbearance from Yang Jian's chest, leaving behind only the purest, most primal rage and killing intent!

His entire body merged as one with the giant Shield-Axe in his hand, becoming a purple-gold divine rainbow that spanned heaven and earth as it savagely cleaved toward the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Fiends Grand Formation formed