On the surface, Great Xia had only seventeen Martial Venerables.
Although Ji Yuanhua was not among those publicly known, he was a genuine Martial Venerable.
A Martial Venerable held an exalted position in Great Xia, standing like a pillar of the nation. Yet Jiang Li had killed one in an instant.
Ji Xiangwang completely lost control. Even knowing how terrifying Jiang Li's strength had become, he attacked in an uncontrollable rage.
Yet his furious strike posed no threat whatsoever to Jiang Li.
How could the Jiang Li of today compare to his former self?
Even when Ji Xiangwang had thrown caution to the wind back then, he had failed to kill Jiang Li. What hope did he have now?
SS-Class innate ability, Ancestor Dragon Soul.
Rather than give up, Ji Xiangwang unleashed his full strength once again.
At the same time, that ancient sword reappeared in his hand. A slash swept across the sky, and a dragon's roar filled Qin City.
Yet even a slash like this could only tear through a little of Jiang Li's mental power. It did not even qualify to touch his body.
This was Jiang Li's full strength now.
The youth sat high upon the sacred chariot with his legs crossed, his face full of mockery.
Ji Xiangwang was stunned as well. He had never imagined Jiang Li could reach such heights in so little time.
I refuse to believe it!
The voice in his heart was deafening, a roar of utter defiance.
Jiang Li heard it clearly, however, and could not help laughing aloud.
The ancient sword hacked relentlessly, but it still could not advance another inch.
Eventually, Ji Xiangwang withdrew, then charged out with the Falling Phoenix Arrow in hand. The result was the same: Jiang Li's mental power locked it firmly in