A terrifying roar erupted as Qin An's fist slammed into the Heavenly Demon Chief Envoy's Sword Qi. A deafening explosion swept outward, spreading in every direction at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The shockwave ravaged everything around them. Even space could not withstand it, and cracks spread through the air.
Cold sweat covered the Heavenly Demon Chief Envoy's forehead. He pressed forward with the Long Sword in his hand, struggling against the terrifying force behind Qin An's fist.
But no matter how hard he pushed, a formidable power kept battering his entire body.
He knew the situation was dire. The instant Qin An had shattered the Heaven and Earth Supreme Treasure, he had gained the strength to match him—and that strength was still growing.
Yet even his strongest Secret Art could only bring him level with Qin An.
Am I going to lose?
The thought surfaced in the Heavenly Demon Chief Envoy's mind, filling him with despair and resentment.
He despaired because he had never faced such a hopeless predicament. He resented it because he refused to accept it.
Every time he had gone after Qin An, he had thrown all his strength into it and laid meticulous plans. Each plan should have left Qin An without even a place to be buried.
And yet Qin An was still alive—and thriving.
Anyone in his position would have felt the same resentment.
This is the Savior? If that's true, what will happen when the Heavenly Demons descend?
Ever since the battle at the Sea of Hope had strengthened the entire Great Qian Kingdom, the Heavenly Demon Chief Envoy had known the Heavenly Demons' descent would be greatly delayed.
If he died, no one in the Great Qian Kingdom would be left to trouble Qin An. Qin An could strengthen