He held his sword horizontally and turned.
Sword Qi was icy, piercing to the bone.
In an instant, a demonic sword appeared in Wang Xian's hand. Its light was dim and gloomy, as if it could devour the human heart.
At the same time, Li Tian stepped forward, and a golden, dazzling Demon-Subduing Spear descended from the heavens, landing firmly in his hand.
In that moment, he was like a God of War emerging from the canyon, his aura looking down upon heaven and earth.
Wang Xian, standing in the wind, was like a Demon King stepping from the abyss. Black mist surged around him, and all things seemed to submit beneath his feet.
The Demon King's campaign began.
"Crack—!"
A bolt of thunder struck down, and the void seemed to split apart!
Before they even exchanged blows, Li Tian, resembling a God of War, shouted coldly, "You're merely the Demon King's son, yet you dare covet the heaven's favored daughter of the Goddess Palace!"
"With me here, even if you were born with three heads and six arms, I would still kill you before the ten-thousand-strong army!"
"Come here and meet your death!"
"Boom!"
Another bolt of thunder crashed down, striking the Demon-Subduing Spear in Li Tian's hand and Wang Xian's demonic sword alike.
The golden spear blazed with light, while lightning coiled around the demonic sword. The two were like murderous gods in the dark of night, their auras forcing people back.
Li Tian's words instantly ignited the suppressed evil fire that had smoldered in Wang Xian's heart for so long.
Outside the teahouse, Zi Shou had rejected him. He had accepted it.
Inside the wine shop, that middle-aged man had ignored him. He had endured it.
But at this moment, he no longer wanted to endure.
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