Would it be a one-on-one duel, or a group beating? The choice offered by Chang Wei, First Attendant of the Central Divine Temple, still rang in everyone's ears when Tu Wan made his move.
He had actually been waiting for this for a long time.
Ever since Aman had forcibly seized the divine weapon Bloodflow Sickle-Halberd from his hand in utter humiliation—or even earlier, from the instant the Sickly Beauty had effortlessly blocked his attacks with a crystal wall and crystal shield, ruthlessly wounding the pride of this Heaven-Devouring Clan's second strongest warrior—the Great Slaughter God, who could run rampant even in the Upper Heavens, had been unable to suppress the fury in his heart. He had sworn to return this humiliation a thousandfold, ten-thousandfold, upon every warrior of the Heaven-Piercing Tower.
Yue Titan?
He was even more the target Tu Wan had longed to kill and be done with.
Had Dongfang not earlier sent a faint, exceedingly secretive divine message to dissuade him, he would have been unable to resist attacking then and there. Why would he have waited until now?
"Die!" The time was ripe. Several Divine Rank powerhouses of the Upper Heavens had surrounded him. Perhaps this brat would perish body and soul in the next instant. Now was the perfect time to repay vengeance with vengeance and grudges with grudges. If he did not act now, when would he?
Tu Wan raised both hands, and an incomparably heavy quasi-divine artifact, the giant divine weapon Bloodlust, appeared between his ten fingers.
It was a gigantic blood-patterned axe, as though forged from demonic iron.
Yet its mottled runes carried an even more bloodthirsty, berserk power.
Its broad blade, angular haft, and spiraling, twisted hooks on either side all radiated ferocity.
Holding the giant divine weapon high, Tu Wan