"I am Ning Xiaochuan. Who are you?" Ning Xiaochuan asked.
"Me? A dead man. You don't need to know that much!" the skeletal man replied with disdain.
His voice was extraordinarily hoarse. Red light shone from his eye sockets, and there was not a shred of flesh to be seen.
The visitor had come with ill intent.
Ning Xiaochuan narrowed his eyes. "Then let's see who ends up dead!"
The moment Ning Xiaochuan finished speaking, he summoned the fifty Figurative Divine Power Battle Swords from within his body. The fifty battle swords unleashed hundreds of thousands of sword shadows, lunging toward the skeletal man. Every sword shadow was like a Supreme Weapon-level battle weapon.
With Ning Xiaochuan's current cultivation, unleashing the full power of fifty Supreme King Weapons was enough to instantly kill a monarch at the Creation Realm Sixth Level! "Trifling tricks!"
The skeletal man merely waved his withered hands lightly, and the fifty Supreme King Weapons were sent flying back, all surging toward Ning Xiaochuan in reverse.
Pfft!
A sweetness rose in Ning Xiaochuan's throat, and he violently spat out a mouthful of blood. The fifty Figurative Divine Power Battle Swords returned to his body, while he was blasted backward for more than ten miles before barely stabilizing himself.
"Godfather, are you all right?" Little Ling'er immediately flew over and asked anxiously.
"I'm fine," Ning Xiaochuan said.
Ning Xiaochuan unleashed the power of the God-Demon Supreme Body. Half his body turned white, and the other half black. He held the Heavenly Emperor Blade in one hand, while the phantom of a deity appeared behind him, making him look like a war god of an age.
"A Sub-Divine Artifact? I have one too!" The skeletal man gave a mysterious smile. At some unknown moment, a two-meter-long spear appeared in