Slaughtering a city single-handedly sounded exaggerated, but in truth, it was not all that exaggerated.
For a True Martial Realm existence, anything was possible—provided they could bring themselves to do it.
Given Su Xin's reputation in the Jianghu, Erduo believed that Su Xin was absolutely capable of such a thing.
Erduo looked at Su Xin, a trace of coldness flashing through his eyes. "Su Xin, I'll say it again: I am not Chen Xuanzong. It won't be so easy for you to kill me. If you retreat now, I will give you an explanation."
Though Erduo had made his preparations, if he could avoid fighting Su Xin, he still did not want to fight him.
Shamanism's secret arts might be powerful, but they required the lives of a thousand Xiantian Martial Artists and one Spirit Transformation Realm martial artist just to unleash a single move. No matter how one calculated it, that was a losing bargain.
More importantly, even so, Erduo was not confident that he could drive Su Xin back.
Anyone who had not witnessed Su Xin's might within White Emperor City could never imagine just how powerful and crazed he was.
Su Xin raised a brow. "An explanation? How laughable. You and Chen Xuanzong have the same attitude. You wanted to kill me, and when you failed, you said you would give me an explanation. But what if you had succeeded? Would I, Su Xin, simply have become someone who deserved to die?
Everyone must bear responsibility for their choices. You chose to come kill me back then, so today, I have come to kill you.
As for an explanation, I have no need for one. Your lives will be the best explanation you can give me!"
As his words fell, a world-shaking sword radiance erupted from the