A wild gale swept the blazing fire across the sky.
Little Heavenly General stood with his hands hanging at his sides, at the very heart of the storm.
The next moment.
A brilliance of extreme radiance burst from within him.
As the light flowed, a suit of snow-white White Dragon Armor manifested over his body with a roar.
White armor, silver helm, dragon heads devouring his shoulders, reverse scales guarding his chest.
He slowly raised his right hand.
A long spear woven from silver and black appeared from thin air and landed in his grasp.
He looked coldly at the white-robed girl before him, his gaze holding nothing but indifference.
"Such a petty trick, utterly laughable."
"Do you know how many so-called proud bones of heavenly geniuses I have shattered on my way here?"
"Born atop Cloud Dream, raised at the pinnacle of the Great Dao, those of my generation can only kneel when they see me, while cultivators of the older generation must lower their heads in my presence."
As his words fell, the silver-black spear in his hand pointed from afar at Jiang Yuechu.
"Of the myriad techniques beneath heaven, I can break them all with a single thought. Of the heroes under heaven, I can settle them all with one spear."
"Mortals gaze upon the high heavens and think they are within reach... but you have no idea what kind of heaven and earth you are facing!"
"When you see me, you should know reverence... when you see me, you should know whether you live or die!!!"
The fierce wind surged.
His calm words echoed through the skies.
He was clearly so arrogant, yet he spoke as if it were only natural...
That alone was enough to show his confidence in his own strength.
In truth, there