You even have the nerve to feel wronged!
Seeing the other man's uncontrollable fury, Zhiyang felt a thought stir within him.
Of those who had possessed Divine Abilities for a hundred years, which could be a fool? This Daoist had come with overwhelming aggression and absolute confidence. Clearly, he had something to rely on, and Zhiyang could not help thinking deeper.
Wait... could it be...
The situation gave Zhiyang no time to ponder. Surging rosy light descended from overhead at an astonishing speed, reaching him almost in the blink of an eye.
This was his first battle since attaining a Divine Ability. The methods of Purple Mansion cultivators appeared and vanished like ghosts, far beyond anything at Foundation Establishment.
Although Zhiyang was only an avatar, he still had sword intent at his side and could borrow his original body's Divine Ability. Even if he could not unleash his full strength, he was hardly short of means.
Half a Divine Ability and one strand of sword intent-I can still fight!
Invisible threads trembled violently. This was the instinctive warning of danger from his Fate Divine Power, urging him to leave.
Whoosh!
Zhiyang vanished from where he stood, his form coalescing again a short distance away, as though he were a fish in water within the Great Void.
Fate Divine Power was somewhat inferior in a direct confrontation, but its marvels and ability to preserve one's life were truly first-rate.
Such keen senses. Who exactly is this man?
His casual probing strike missed, but Wen Yong was not surprised. He was merely curious: this man seemed to have sprung out of the ground, without leaving so much as a trace before now.
At the same time, Zhiyang used his Divine Ability to examine his opponent. Although Conjoined Branch could not directly probe