"Ao Kun, are you afraid to show your true form?"
Immortal King Ming Xuan was a middle-aged man with a cold expression and an extraordinary air. His towering figure radiated Imperial Light, illuminating the entire Corpse Burying Ground and even affecting the outside world.
At the feel of his aura, even the Immortal King Corpses grew afraid and kept retreating from the battlefield.
An Imperial Light Giant was the king of Immortal Kings!
"A mere Imperial Light powerhouse thinks he can make This King show his true form? You think far too highly of yourself!" Wude said arrogantly, his hands clasped behind his back.
"So arrogant?"
The five female Immortal Kings stared wide-eyed. They had only heard the rumors before, but now they were seeing it with their own eyes: Ao Kun was even more arrogant than the legends claimed!
It was one thing to act arrogant toward them, but Immortal King Ming Xuan was his equal in cultivation, and Ao Kun still paid him no mind, openly declaring him unworthy!
"Hmph!"
Immortal King Ming Xuan gave a cold snort, deeply displeased by Wude's attitude. They were both Imperial Light Giants; what gave Wude the right to act so high and mighty?
"Nine Heavens of Netherworld Transformation!"
He stopped wasting words and attacked at once. With a lift of his hand, he unleashed a great divine art. The heavens split open, and nine rivers of the underworld surged out from the depths of the void.
The nine rivers of the underworld resembled nine nether dragons, blotting out the heavens and shaking the universe. Countless vengeful spirits roared within them, as if they had emerged from hell itself, carrying the aura of the Nine Netherworlds!
The nine rivers rushed toward Wude and surrounded that stretch of heaven and earth, sealing off