Three Months Later, Peach Mountain Rescue Mother

If not for the tenacious vitality of a Daluo Golden Immortal, that kick would have been enough to wipe out his body and soul.

The divine general lay at the bottom of the pit, staring in abject terror at the young man above him, who looked like a demon god.

Yang Jian looked down at him from above.

In his hand, the huge Shield and Axe still dripped dark-red blood from its blade.

The dense Killing Intent stabbed so sharply that even the divine general's Primordial Spirit trembled.

"You... you dare kill me?"

Enduring the terrible pain, the divine general roared, fierce in manner but weak at heart.

"I am an Orthodox God of the Western Heavenly Court, acting by order of Haotian the God!"

"If you kill me, His Majesty will never let you go. The entire Heavenly Court will hunt you to the ends of the earth!"

He tried to use the Heavenly Court's mighty name to intimidate Yang Jian.

But he had clearly made the wrong calculation.

Yang Jian's eyes were indifferent, without the slightest ripple, as if he were looking at a pitiful ant.

"The Heavenly Court?"

"Haotian?"

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth curled into a cold arc.

"Even if you people don't come looking for me, I'll come looking for you sooner or later."

When the divine general heard this, his heart sank.

This brat was a madman. He wasn't afraid of the Heavenly Court at all!

Just when the divine general thought he was certain to die, Yang Jian slowly moved the foot pressing on his chest away.

"I won't kill you."

Yang Jian's voice was very cold, carrying an unquestionable dominance.

The divine general froze, then wild joy surged in his heart.

He thought Yang Jian was, in the end, still wary