"If you still remember this old man, that's good enough. Now get back to your seal."
"Hahaha, Po Jun... Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Boom!
With a single point of his finger, Po Jun Emperor God unleashed Sword Qi, and the Blood Corpse pursuing Zhao Xin and Ji Wushuang instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist that scattered through the air.
He seemed to be trying to intimidate the Eastern War God this way, but the latter merely let out one cold laugh after another.
"You can't stop me. Do you believe I'll crush you even if you're only a projection throwing your weight around here?"
"Eastern War God, you've been sealed for so long, and your physical body has been annihilated. With only your Primordial Spirit left, you still dare to act so savage? Who gave you the courage to speak to me like that?" Po Jun Emperor God's tone was icy.
"Hahaha, then I'll let you see why I'm so arrogant."
A streak of light shot out from Blood City, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a blood-colored silhouette.
"You... You actually cultivated the Blood Shadow Great Art." A trace of shock appeared in Po Jun Emperor God's eyes, and his expression turned solemn.
In ancient times, he had heard that the Eastern War God had accidentally obtained a copy of the Blood Shadow Great Art. He had never expected to witness it with his own eyes.
"Tsk tsk, old man, you know a thing or two. I'll warn you once: if you dare block me, I'll definitely kill you."
"Your God Demon Axe isn't here. Do you think this old man is afraid of you? For the sake of all living beings under Heaven, I will never retreat."
"Hahaha, you're not