A violent collision exploded through the air.
If it had merely been a contest of Dao Intent, Yang Chen's methods would have been no match for Mu Taiqing's. Even with all four Dao Intents combined, he still fell slightly short.
But with the God-Slaying Spear added to the equation, it was different. A King Divine Artifact had appeared, displaying its divine might.
Mu Taiqing was slightly startled as well. He roared, "You actually managed to block one of my palms? Kid, you've got some skill. It seems those chosen by the Mountain River Destruction Map are indeed no ordinary people. But unfortunately, you will die here today!"
"Mu Taiqing, it won't be so easy for you to kill me. I, Yang Chen, will never die at the hands of a treacherous villain like you, one who can even betray humanity's faith." Yang Chen's tone was cold.
"HAHAHA!" Mu Taiqing sneered. "Yang Chen, you really are just a child. You keep babbling about humanity's faith—how much is that thing worth? Can it be eaten? You know nothing at all. You have no idea how difficult Eternal Life truly is. Before it, racial righteousness, that damn faith—all of it is meaningless."
Yang Chen shook his head. "Mu Taiqing, you really are selfish and self-serving."
"Yang Chen, it isn't your place to lecture me on how I conduct myself. What, do you truly think that holding the God-Slaying Spear makes you my match? Kid, let me tell you, you are still far from it. Do you think you are the only one with a King Divine Artifact, while I have none? I forgot to tell you—my divine artifact is stronger than yours." Mu Taiqing waved his hand, and an ancient zither appeared.
The moment he saw the ancient zither, Yang Chen's pupils shrank.