"Naturally... to resume the battle between us that was left unfinished!"
The Fist Emperor clasped his hands into fists and held them behind his back.
As he spoke, True Yuan circulated within him. Light shimmered over his fists, flowing with incomparably immense power.
His gaze toward Liu Hua brimmed with chilling fighting intent.
Back in Muyun Prefecture on Azure Star, the two of them had both stayed behind to hold off the Devil Race.
However, the East Sea Fist Emperor had clearly harbored other intentions.
Before and after Su Shi'er departed for the Heavenly Capital, he had repeatedly taken advantage of Liu Hua's injuries to launch sneak attacks.
"An unfinished battle... You could not prove my sword back then, and you cannot do so now!"
Liu Hua murmured, then shook his head. Looking at the man before him, his gaze was indifferent, his face devoid of even the slightest fighting intent.
"Oh? I cannot prove your sword? Is this Emperor's strength truly so beneath your notice?"
The East Sea Fist Emperor's brows rose slightly, while grim fury swirled in his eyes.
On Fist Island, he had once been an overlord in his own right. Now, he was even a cultivator at the late Out of Body stage.
In terms of cultivation, he was still above Liu Hua.
Yet when facing him, Liu Hua not only showed no fear whatsoever, but even made such outrageous remarks.
For a mid Out of Body stage cultivator to claim that a late Out of Body stage powerhouse was inadequate was itself a provocation. Not to mention, the two could be considered old acquaintances.
To the East Sea Fist Emperor, it was an even greater humiliation. How could he possibly not be enraged?
"If you had always remained steadfast in your fist Dao, perhaps you