Above the firmament, Zhao Wuji held the Black Dragon Spear in his right hand and the Asura Demon Blade in his left. A black demonic mirror hung above his head, and he stood atop the Blood-Colored Lotus Throne. He looked as flamboyant as could be.
The demon emperors watching from afar were practically drooling. So many Heavenly Emperor weapons! How could Chaos Holy Land possess so many Heavenly Emperor weapons? Had it changed its name to Chaos Holy Land Heavenly Emperor Weapon Manufacturing Co., Ltd.?
Li Yan, standing opposite him, could only twitch the corners of his mouth. Damn it, how was he supposed to fight this? They were both at the strongest Great Emperor realm, yet the other side had four Heavenly Emperor weapons—two for attack and two for defense—while he had only one. He was completely outmatched.
"Your attack just now wasn't even enough to scratch an itch."
"Come here. I permit you to die."
Zhao Wuji stood not far away and crooked a finger at Li Yan. His gaze swept over heaven and earth with contempt, and domineering aura spilled from his body. He truly possessed a little of Heavenly Emperor Zhao's bearing.
This damned bastard—
Li Yan stared at Zhao Wuji with his fists clenched tightly. His backside still throbbed with burning pain. He wished he could skin Zhao Wuji alive and eat his flesh, but when he saw the four Heavenly Emperor weapons on Zhao Wuji, he no longer dared to attack.
At the Great Emperor level, a single Heavenly Emperor weapon could change the entire situation, let alone four of them.
Especially those two defensive Heavenly Emperor weapons—their defenses were simply too powerful. Even his strongest strike could not shake them. How was he supposed to fight?
"Stop!"
A voice suddenly came from the