Tang San, gripping the super divine weapon Heavenly Sacred Abyss-Splitting Halberd, was brimming with confidence.
"How much longer can your Martial Soul Fusion Skill hold out? One minute, or two? How are you going to defeat me in such a short time? I'm a God King!"
The delighted crowd saw the situation Tang San had deliberately displayed.
Mu Xuanheng, in his Dragon God state, could not maintain it for long. Tang San was practically certain of victory.
Mu Xuanheng could not help but laugh. This had originally been something he was supposed to pull off, yet Tang San had actually helped him make it happen himself.
"Tang San, do you know? I've been saving something to deal with you."
"Five Immortals, Five Insects, all bow before me!"
The Abyssal battlefield had only just concluded, and many people were still maintaining their enhancement skills.
That enhancement had briefly pushed Mu Xuanheng to the God King level.
Naturally, such enhancement consumed even more energy and was simply impossible for him to sustain for long.
Combined with the consumption of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, this state could only last a few short seconds.
But those few seconds were already enough for Mu Xuanheng.
"Thousand Ruins Forbidden Snow Slumber." Their first Self-Created Soul Skill was their strongest control skill.
Tang San immediately made his move, intending to use a defensive skill to withstand it.
But how could they possibly give Tang San that chance? "Living Water Source Collapse!"
Following the source, it shattered Tang San's spiritual defenses.
He had calculated too much, yet forgotten that he had no time to devour the Abyssal Plane, nor time to recover from the severe injuries Mu Xuanheng had inflicted upon him.
"Northern Plains Frost Domain, Frost Snow Sword Tide!" Countless Emperor Swords soared into the sky