Xiao Yun looked at the silver godhead before him, his expression unchanged. He knew that once cultivators attained the Dao, their Primordial Spirits would transform into godheads. Even separated from the fleshly body, they could still unleash formidable power.
Moreover, godhead and fleshly body could revive one another. As long as one remained, even if the other was destroyed, it could be reborn, at most suffering some damage to its origin.
"Even your godhead has come out. It seems you paid a heavy price to preserve the Netherworld Gate. If I crush this godhead of yours, I should be able to inflict grave injuries on you."
Xiao Yun spoke coldly.
Originally, if this fellow had hidden in the Netherworld, Xiao Yun truly would have had no way to deal with him.
But now that he had voluntarily emerged, he had given Xiao Yun a chance to injure him.
Though it would only be an injury, being able to wound a Great Emperor was enough to shock the world.
After all, throughout the history of the Nine Heavens Continent, once someone attained the Dao as a Great Emperor, it was almost impossible for them to be injured, because no second Great Emperor existed in the same era.
The gap between a Quasi-Emperor and a Great Emperor was simply too vast.
"Such brazen boasting!"
The silver godhead's face immediately turned cold upon hearing Xiao Yun's words. He opened his mouth and inhaled, drawing in endless yin energy and death energy from the Netherworld and merging them into himself.
Rumble!
The silver godhead then raised his hand and formed seals. At once, the Netherworld Gate trembled violently. One intricate hand seal after another shot forth, covered in runes as numerous as the stars and shrouded in mystery.
Boundless death energy surged ceaselessly from