"Xiao Yun, I never thought you'd still dare to stay. Do you really think that just because you're the prospective Divine Son of Chaos Holy Land, I wouldn't dare kill you?"
Duan De stood above Xiao Residence with his hands behind his back, looking down at Xiao Yun below.
His gaze was icy, his eyes cold, and his aura intimidating. Strands of spiritual light coiled around him, his presence as deep as sea and abyss, stirring fear in one's soul. Divine radiance flowed across his body, carrying a terrifying majesty that commanded awe without anger.
Xiao Yun and Zhao Wuji immediately felt an immense pressure bearing down on them, crushing the breath from their lungs and forcing their legs to bend.
However, whether Xiao Yun or Zhao Wuji, both were peerless prodigies with exceptionally steadfast invincible conviction in their hearts.
Even when facing a Transcendent Realm expert like Duan De, they feared nothing and gritted their teeth as they struggled to endure.
"So it's the Saint-King Sect's shameless Grand Elder. Long time no see. Are you here for that fragment of your divine soul? Sorry, I already blew it apart," Xiao Yun said coldly, staring directly at Duan De in the sky.
Zhao Wuji also said coldly, "I am Zhao Wuji of Desolate Ancient Sacred Land. If you dare kill me, your Saint-King Sect can wait for its destruction!"
Upon hearing Xiao Yun's words, Duan De first grew enraged. Then, hearing Zhao Wuji's words, he snorted and said coldly to him, "I bear no grudge against Desolate Ancient Sacred Land. I have no need to trouble myself with a junior like you. Get lost!"
With a wave of Duan De's hand, Zhao Wuji's body flew backward, leaving the range of his overwhelming aura.
Clearly, he truly feared Desolate Ancient Sacred