Bestowing Great Witch's Essence Blood

Rip!

A black rift was sliced straight through the void.

Yang Jian looked at the Shield and Axe in his hand, his eyes filled with fervor and excitement.

He turned and bowed deeply to Xing Tian's spiritual sense.

"Many thanks, senior, for bestowing the axe!"

"Yang Jian will not fail your mighty name, senior. I will split open Peach Mountain and shatter that Heavenly Law!"

Xing Tian looked at Yang Jian, who held the Shield and Axe in his hand, his momentum surging like a rainbow, and a trace of appreciation flashed through his eyes.

This boy's physical body was not only absurdly powerful; that courage to defy heaven itself suited Xing Tian's tastes perfectly.

What the Wu Clan admired most was exactly this kind of hot-blooded man.

"Good!"

"Well said—shatter the Heavenly Law!"

Xing Tian burst into loud laughter, the sound shaking the surrounding rocks until they came pattering down.

"You brat, you're a lot more pleasing to the eye than those Demon Race bastards back then."

His illusory headless body leaned slightly forward, the huge mouth on his abdomen opening and closing.

"However, your current cultivation is still too weak."

"Mid Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal is indeed not bad among the younger generation."

"But what you must face is the Heavenly Court, Haotian, and perhaps even those Saints high above."

Xing Tian's words were like a basin of cold water, yet they did not extinguish the flame in Yang Jian's eyes.

Yang Jian tightened his grip on the Shield and Axe in his hand.

"This junior understands."

"But no matter who stands ahead, even if it is a Saint, this junior will never retreat."

As Xing Tian listened to Yang Jian's words, his reverence for Qin Mu deepened by another layer.

A Saint capable of teaching such a