Chi You vs. Haotian's Avatar

"Personal ties?"

Haotian's Avatar rolled the words around in his mouth. His face, stern and unchanging for ten thousand years, had darkened like a storm cloud.

The fury in his heart burned a hundred times hotter than when Yang Jian had wounded his divine form.

Yang Jian was merely a Quasi-Saint, an ant relying on brute strength to challenge his authority again and again. That was bad enough.

But now even Chi You, a loser of the ancient Wu-Demon War, a dead soul who should have been buried in the dust of history, dared step forward and oppose him?

And he spoke of "personal ties"? Of "demanding justice"?

Whose face was he slapping?

He was telling every living being in the Three Realms that Haotian's authority and the Heavenly Court's laws could be trampled at will!

"Well done, Chi You!"

Haotian's Avatar spoke with a bone-chilling coldness. Every word carried killing intent fierce enough to freeze time and space.

"You think a little good fortune and some misshapen Ancestral Wu body give you the right to challenge me?"

"I don't care who sent you, or whether Qin Mu stands behind you!"

"Since you dare interfere today, you and that wretch Yang Jian will die here together!"

When a Saint raged, heaven and earth changed color.

Haotian's Avatar erupted in fury. He said no more. Golden light blazed billions of feet from the Heavenly Emperor Sword in his hand, and the phantoms of sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers gathered along its blade seemed to come alive.

The supreme power of law that judged all life and wielded heavenly punishment burst forth!

"Heavenly Law, hear my decree: kill!"

Haotian's Avatar brought his sword down. There were no flashy divine arts, only the purest, most tyrannical crushing force of law.

That sword