Yan Chunhui, the First Human Demon, suddenly appeared. Without a word, he brought down a sword that covered a battlefield of nearly a hundred thousand soldiers. After exchanging a single blow with Jiang Mengxiong, he abruptly departed, doing exactly as he pleased.
He didn't even care about intimidating a hegemonic state. There was no rule in the world that could constrain him anymore.
Yet Great Qi's God of War, Jiang Mengxiong, and Yu Que, chief of Jing Eight Armors, seemed to have no intention of pursuing him.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Yu Que suddenly burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking.
His sword was divided into black and white, split down the spine. One side was as black as ink, the other as white as snow.
The guard was a Taiji symbol, too, its white half angled toward the black blade and its black half toward the white blade.
The entire sword gave off a strange feeling, as if it could embrace all things yet sever the yin from the yang.
He casually slid it back into its sheath, and it vanished from sight.
Looking at Jiang Mengxiong, he laughed on and on. "Hahaha... You were there, punching the sky and spouting wild words. And all anyone asked was... 'Who are you?' Hahahahaha..."
"He forgot me. That can only mean he took the wrong path." Jiang Mengxiong's expression remained impassive. "Shouldn't we get out of the way? This war isn't over."
"Of course, of course. It's the young people's turn." Yu Que smiled, offered no explanation, and vanished with a single step.
Jiang Mengxiong also stepped forward and disappeared into the air, without even leaving a glance behind.
Both sides had shown tremendous confidence in their country's prodigies. They had also observed the boundary that kept high-level cultivators from interfering in the war.
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