Xing Tian: You Are the One I Was Waiting For

Those two blood-colored divine rays were blocked by Huo Ling, but the Killing Intent they stirred up in the void still made the entire space shake violently.

Yang Jian stood beside Huo Ling, the golden light of the Heavenly Eye on his forehead blazing.

He stared fixedly at the enormous head before him.

This was Xing Tian.

Even with only a head left, even after being suppressed in the Remnant of Buzhou Mountain for countless years.

That berserk battle will, as if it meant to cleave heaven and earth apart, still made one feel suffocated.

"Those who trespass here die."

A low, hoarse voice came from within that head.

The voice was not loud, yet it exploded like thunder in the Primordial Spirits of the two.

On the surrounding black-red rocks, ancient Wu Clan Formation Patterns lit up one after another in an instant.

Those Formation Patterns interwove, turning into a blood-colored cage that faintly threatened to trap Yang Jian and Huo Ling within.

Huo Ling's expression changed slightly, but she did not retreat.

The Golden Red Divine Flame around her surged explosively, burning away all the Killing Intent that pressed close.

"Senior Xing Tian."

"We did not mean to offend."

Huo Ling stepped forward, her voice clear, carrying a confidence that was neither servile nor overbearing.

"We are disciples of the Jie Teachings."

"I am Huo Ling, disciple of Daoist Duobao, the First Disciple of the Jie Teachings."

She paused briefly, then pointed to Yang Jian beside her.

"This is my junior brother, Yang Jian."

"He is the disciple of Qin Mu, Saint and Deputy Leader of the Jie Teachings."

The moment these words came out, the blood-colored Killing Intent throughout the entire space abruptly froze.

The Wu Clan Formation Patterns that had been circulating madly also came to