He changed his appearance again, concealed his aura, and walked out of the subway station. Before long, he saw someone coming toward him.
He couldn't help but pause.
Even though he was a god, he couldn't suppress a flicker of delight.
A human saying surfaced in his mind:
"The road to heaven was wide open, but you refused to take it. The gates of hell were shut, but you barged right in!"
That battle had been a disgrace to him. He was a mighty god, yet he had been unable to do anything to a mere mortal and had been forced to retreat.
He was much stronger now than when he had first descended. In the Tam World, he had gone out of his way to spend his true body's divine power cleansing this body. Not only had the deathly aura been washed away, but his body had also been strengthened. Now, even without borrowing divine power, his raw strength was firmly at the legendary level.
Last time, he had only been on the verge of becoming a legend.
A cold smile tugged at his lips as he walked toward the man, step by step.
He could hardly wait to hear the man's soul wail.
Chen Shouyi had finished off the barbarian and was waiting in the street for the helicopter to land.
Hearing footsteps, he turned to look.
The newcomer was an unremarkable young man dressed in black from head to toe, with a Long Sword hanging at his waist.
Probably a local martial artist.
Chen Shouyi didn't think much of it. He glanced over, then started to look away.
Suddenly, something felt off.
Hadn't all the local martial artists been conscripted to assist the military?
He looked again. The sun was high overhead, and the weather was scorching—the