The nine successors grew more alarmed the longer they fought. They could clearly feel the gap between themselves and Xiang Zimo. It took the combined strength of all nine just to barely fight him to a draw.
"People of your caliber dare call yourselves successors?"
Suddenly, another glowing Xiang Zimo stepped out of his body. It was not an avatar—it was no different from his true body!
The nine successors' pupils contracted.
"This is my Xiang Family's Taiyin Sun True Art. The one fighting you was merely the Taiyin True Body, while I am the Sun True Body!"
The Sun True Body spoke coldly. He resembled a true sun, scorching hot and radiant from head to toe.
The nine successors were stunned. One true body alone could fight all nine of them—just how powerful was Xiang Zimo?
Even as successors, they felt powerless at that moment. Xiang Zimo was truly powerful enough to defy the heavens. He was not a being on the same level as them at all. He was simply too terrifying!
On a mountain far away.
A young man in Daoist robes sat there.
When he saw Xiang Zimo's Sun True Body emerge, he slowly rose to his feet and spread open his palm.
A thread of blood lay in his palm, and within that thread of blood was a miniature formation.
"Bloodline Summoning Array, reverse-summon Hua Ziyang!"
Hua Clan Members Fear No One in Battle Against Those of the Same Realm
Northwestern Region.
After searching for several days without finding a single person, Hua Ziyang sat atop a mountain peak, staring up at the sky with a blank expression.
Where the hell had this damned Tiangang Continent sent him?
Wasn't there supposed to be a war?
Wasn't there supposed to be a chaotic battle involving two