Beneath the dim night sky, the hazy light of the purple moon covered the earth like a veil. Above the Kuji Mountain Range, the Silver Moon Fiend and Pusiluo stood facing each other in midair, weapons in hand, while the many powerful figures below looked up at them.
"Who do you think will win?" someone asked excitedly.
A gray-haired young man stared up at the two figures in the air. "Probably the Silver Moon Fiend. His attacks are terrifying, and he's a divine beast, too." The young man didn't blink, afraid he might miss a thing.
All the other powerful figures gathered near the Kuji Mountain Range, Luo Ya among them, were staring up as well.
This guy's killing intent is terrifying. Just how many people has he killed? Pusiluo sensed the overwhelming bloodlust surrounding his opponent, and his heart sank.
Most people who cultivated the Path of Destruction were bloodthirsty, but he had never encountered anyone whose killing intent was as intense as the Silver Moon Fiend's.
"Since becoming a Highgod, I've fought twenty-one Seven-Star Fiends and killed sixteen of them; I've fought twenty-nine Six-Star Fiends and killed every one. As for Five-Star Fiends, I've lost count!"
The Silver Moon Fiend's golden eyes gleamed with madness. "Today, you'll be the seventeenth Seven-Star Fiend to die by my sword!" Normally, the Silver Moon Fiend was cold and indifferent, unconcerned with others.
But now, his eyes flashed like lightning, and his fighting spirit blazed.
Pusiluo's fighting spirit rose as well.
"Hmph! You may have defeated other Seven-Star Fiends, but that doesn't mean you can beat me!" Pusiluo's fiery red hair whipped in the wind, and liquid golden flames blazed across the flaming battle-axe in his hands!
There was a huge gap in strength even among Seven-Star Fiends. The weak ones