She Chuan stared fixedly at He Tianxun, horror beyond words rising in his heart.
How is this possible? How did he become so much stronger? Even with the formations here bolstering him, he shouldn't be this strong. How did he do it? She Chuan kept his eyes locked on He Tianxun.
The power behind that spear strike was terrifying, an endless force that went on and on.
Urged on by the Qiankun Seal, the ten dragons of Origin Power took shape once more.
"Nothing is impossible. The last time we fought, I simply couldn't bring out the full power of Heaven-Breaking Hand. I told you: today is the day you die. This time, I have more than enough power to kill you," He Tianxun replied coldly.
He Tianxun was confident. Beyond fully unleashing Heaven-Breaking Hand, he had obtained some of the secret techniques the Emperor had left here, along with a measure of control over this place.
If all that still wasn't enough to kill a Ninth-Origin Supreme, it would be the greatest joke of all.
"Die!" He Tianxun attacked again.
Every movement he made drew on the terrifying power of the formations stored within this world. Together with the might of his Hunyuan Spirit Treasure, it raised his strength beyond She Chuan's.
The space around them shattered under their clash.
A dark figure streaked back and forth amid flashes of gold. The ten dragons besieging him, along with a blurred figure, were all suppressed by the fearsome energy rippling from his body.
His black spear carried dreadful power as it swept through the air. Every strike easily smashed or pierced one of the dragons apart.
She Chuan was forced entirely onto the defensive.
The greatest strength of his most powerful Supreme Treasure, the Qiankun Seal, lay in the coordination