"Old Human King, why don't you and I have a round..."
The moment his true body arrived, the king's avatar, who had been holding back all this time, immediately became incomparably domineering. Gripping the saint weapon Black-Winged Flowing Gold Trident, he declared that he would fight the Human King Physique to the death.
"Think I'm afraid of you? Come fight!"
The Human King cast a gloating glance at the Golden Crow Clan's invincible king. Seizing the opportunity to back down, his silver battle robe fluttered as he strode forward like a dragon and tiger, clashing with the king's avatar.
The facts proved that the Eastern Saint was absolutely an unparalleled talent on the same level as the master of Eight Views Palace.
Having only just severed the Dao, he was already able to contend with an old king who had remained in the Immortal Three realm for over a thousand years.
With Yin Tiande formally fleeing in defeat, the battle had been completely balanced, turning into a prolonged five-against-five struggle. Their own side harbored different thoughts, while the enemy stood united as an iron wall, impervious to all.
The old master of Human King Hall began to consider retreating.
He knew that the Divine Spirit Ancient Scripture was most likely beyond recovery. Being able to withdraw from this quagmire and watch his lifelong enemy, Old Golden Crow, make a fool of himself would be perfect.
The Golden Crow King watched the Human King depart with a livid expression, cursing furiously in his heart.
At a time like this, they were still fighting among themselves, still making their own petty calculations. Didn't they understand that when the lips were gone, the teeth would be exposed to the cold? At their age, had they lived all these years for nothing?
No