Dawn of Victory

Seeing that Utu no longer had any hope of survival, he quietly let out a breath of relief.

In truth, several times, he had been ready to bring out the Void Realm, Heaven-Square Seal, and even the command flags from his storage ring.

He was confident that with refined magic treasures, he could kill Utu in a short time.

Setting aside everything else, the Heaven-Square Seal was as heavy as a mountain. Combined with his explosive strength, it could suppress Utu, while the Void Realm could grant a teleportation effect.

It could prove even more useful for assassination during battle.

Yet he could not use any of them.

Even with the blood mist and dark-cloud weather as cover, he still feared exposing them.

It would have been one thing if it were only himself, but if he were discovered, the Mysterious Heaven Sect would certainly turn its attention here. That would not be good.

"Luckily, I still killed Utu!—It looks like he still has a bit of breath left."

With one kick, Chen Xia flipped over the prone Utu and saw his open eyes, their gaze scattered. His face was pale as he lay on the ground like a lump of mud.

"You—" Utu stared fixedly at Chen Xia. At that moment, the scenes of his life flashed through his mind like a galloping horse, finally stopping at the sight before him.

This young man's strength was absurdly powerful.

Utu could not understand why his opponent could sustain such repeated high-intensity bursts.

It defied all reason.

"Why can you keep bursting forth for so long?" Utu glared at Chen Xia, his heart filled with endless unwillingness.

As the Winged Race's ancestor, he had roamed freely for so many years, always longing to break through to Martial God. After all those