"That's the divine artifact, Thunder God's Hammer. How did it end up in your hands?!"
Archangel Ludwig's pupils constricted as he stared at the enormous purple hammer in Xia Ping's hand, unable to conceal the shock deep in his heart. This was the famed divine artifact, Thunder God's Hammer.
Even in the previous cosmic era, Thunder God's Hammer had been a renowned treasure. In the hands of a mighty god, it had been utterly unstoppable.
Yet according to the rumors, Thunder God's Hammer should have been destroyed long ago. How had it appeared in the hands of this Human Race saint, Fengdu?
"Could this be one of the benefits you obtained after inheriting the War God's legacy? No wonder you dare act so arrogantly. You think that just because you hold a divine artifact, you can contend against us archangels?"
Archangel Goebbels bristled with killing intent, and his desire to kill Xia Ping surged by another measure.
Fortunately, they had been exceedingly cautious. They understood that even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit, which was why all three demigod-level angels had moved together to besiege this foe and ensure that nothing could go wrong.
If they had been even slightly careless and sent Primordial Ancient angels to encircle and kill him instead, it would not have been an encirclement at all—it would have been sending those Primordial Ancient angels to their deaths.
After all, the might of a divine artifact was no trivial matter. They were treasures used to suppress the clans of peak races; one could well imagine their power. Even the Angel Race possessed only a few.
Even if Fengdu Saint's cultivation was somewhat weaker, with a divine artifact in hand, he could still unleash boundless combat power. Even demigod-level experts had to treat