Across the vast Sea of Myriad Gods, Jiang Wang flew here and doubled back again and again. He treated the measures laid out at the Investiture Platform of Primordial Imperial City as his own suit of armor, his flood-control dike.
Lu Qilang had built his momentum to its peak, only to lose his opponent. Wheeling through the sea of clouds like a returning swallow, he pursued again, vast and surging like a rushing flood!
His voice rang amid the sword chimes: "I see you count as a hero of All Under Heaven, yet you dare not meet my long blade? You came knocking at the Demon Realm's door, bearing the face of your Human Race. If you would show such cowardice, why not die in blazing glory!?"
Naturally, these words were no more than an attempt to provoke him into battle.
Heroes might not begrudge their lives, but it was difficult for them to disregard honor and disgrace. A few goading words might produce miraculous results... in any case, opening one's mouth cost nothing.
Though Lu Qilang cursed to his heart's content, he felt a measure of admiration within.
The courage of one man was not enough to rely on; only unyielding resolve through a hundred setbacks made a true hero.
The broader one's vision, the clearer it became just how dire Jiang Wang's situation was.
In such desperate straits, drawing his sword and dying was actually the easiest thing in the world. He need only grit his teeth, steel his heart, and charge forward.
Yet this man had repeatedly created opportunities in battle—killing Yang Yu, igniting the Celestial Demon Dharma Altar, killing Mouse Garan... Had he not arrived in time to save him, Ling Xihua would already be dead!
Now the Investiture Platform had issued its summons, and the