Faced with this four-eyed old bastard's startled suspicion, Zhang Sanxian merely smiled. "Just as you said before, do you think—I'd tell you?"
He Yiwei's expression instantly twisted viciously. "Fine, fine, fine! Since that is the case, let us settle this with our hands!"
With that, he brazenly shattered the Heavenly Dao's restrictions. True essence surged within him like a raging sea as he roared, "Junior! To die by this old man's hand at his peak—you may die without regrets!"
Rumble!
In an instant, boundless divine light erupted fiercely from He Yiwei's burly body, immediately reaching the pinnacle of the eleven-digit realm, where one could look down upon the sea of stars.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
His aura climbed higher and higher, pressing the entire multiversal corridor into violent tremors.
As though it would utterly collapse the very next moment.
"Junior!"
He Yiwei gazed coldly and arrogantly at Zhang Sanxian, his voice like thunder. "Your movement technique truly is bizarre, but before this old man—"
"The World."
Zhang Sanxian's calm voice rang out once more.
Buzz~~
The flowing stream of time froze again.
He Yiwei's overwhelming aura capable of annihilating a great thousand worlds, his roaring true essence, and his arrogant words—all of it solidified.
Even the extraordinarily divine little bird-headed bell above his head remained utterly motionless, as though it were a fake.
Zhang Sanxian strolled up before He Yiwei and studied the bird-headed bell with great interest. Smiling faintly, he said, "Under stopped time, I wonder whether this turtle shell of yours can still work."
Then he flipped his hand and took out the Ages Candle he had obtained from Zhang Kuang.
At a thought, a ghostly blue flame ignited out of thin air, faintly locking onto He Yiwei's towering body.
Hiss~
The sound of something being set alight