King Ksitigarbha!

Haotian had been tied down by Chi You; that greatest obstacle had vanished for the moment!

Yang Jian's gaze instantly turned incomparably cold. The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique inside him circulated madly, and those terrifying wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye; his wilted aura also grew powerful once more.

His gaze swept over the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals before him, who had already gone completely stupid.

Those Heavenly Court immortals and gods who had been flaunting their might and acting as if none could stand above them now all had faces the color of earth, and the way they looked at Yang Jian was like they were staring at a demon god that had crawled out of the Nine Nether Hells.

Their backbone, their emperor, was locked in a death match with some other terrifying existence that had appeared out of nowhere, with no time at all to care about them.

And the baleful star before their eyes had just taken several of His Majesty's moves head-on and still had not died!

Now, who could possibly stop him?

"Stop... stop him!"

At last, a heavenly general clad in golden armor, one who seemed to hold no low status, issued an order in a trembling voice.

Yet he himself was unconsciously shrinking backward.

However, it was already too late.

"Those who block me die!"

Yang Jian spat out four icy words, and his figure instantly vanished from where he stood.

The next moment, he had already appeared in front of that heavenly general.

"Pfft!"

A purple-gold axe-light flashed, and that heavenly general with the cultivation of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal did not even have time to let out a single scream before he, armor and all, was cleaved into two halves, his Primordial Spirit extinguished