The Nine-Headed Purple Jiao also fixed its gaze on Ning Xiaochuan, a trace of surprise appearing in its eyes as it sneered. "So you're just a human brat. You really don't fear death!"
Ning Xiaochuan smiled faintly, calm and composed. "Whether I live or die is not for you to decide."
"Hahaha!" The Nine-Headed Purple Jiao could not help laughing. "A mere human at the True Person Realm Sixth Level actually dares to utter such shameless boasts. Do you really think I cannot kill you?"
The Nine-Headed Purple Jiao could not be bothered to waste words on a human at the True Person Realm. Its gaze turned cold and grim as two purple rays shot from its pupils, condensing into the shapes of two swords and blasting toward Ning Xiaochuan.
With the Nine-Headed Purple Jiao's cultivation, even a single glare could kill a creature at the True Person Realm Ninth Level. Killing a human at the True Person Realm Sixth Level should naturally have been effortless.
Suddenly, an incomparably powerful aura erupted from Ning Xiaochuan's body, shattering the two beams of eye power from the Nine-Headed Purple Jiao. The two sword-shaped forces immediately dissolved into nothingness.
"The power... of a sub-god!" A trace of astonishment appeared on the Nine-Headed Purple Jiao's face.
"Rumble!"
Throughout heaven and earth, countless streams of divine power surged toward Ning Xiaochuan.
Behind Ning Xiaochuan, a towering phantom of a deity condensed, eighty-one zhang tall. Majestic and sacred, its vast divine might pressed down upon the Nine-Headed Purple Jiao in an endless torrent.
That was the phantom of the Heavenly Dream Demon Emperor! At this moment, Ning Xiaochuan had no other choice. He could only risk using the God Receiving Path, drawing upon the Heavenly Dream Demon Emperor's divine power to contend against the Nine-Headed Purple