The Demon Race Sage Moli Hong froze. "Hmph, I thought the Primordial World, as the origin of the myriad worlds, would understand etiquette. To think it was full of shameless people instead."
"As the saying goes, even two armies at war must observe proper courtesies. How is it that you lack even the most basic manners?"
Shennong laughed heartily. "When friends come, we offer courtesy. When enemies come, we offer only guns and cannons. You came to take my enemy away, so you're my enemy too. It's perfectly reasonable for me to kill you, isn't it?"
Shennong attacked at once, a Human Sovereign Sword gripped in his hand.
Every Human Sovereign forged a Human Sovereign Sword upon assuming the title.
Fuxi wielded the Fire Virtue Sword, while the Hundred Poisons Sword in Human Sovereign Shennong's hand was a divine weapon he had tempered for a long time amid ten thousand poisons. An ordinary person would die at a touch, perish at the slightest contact.
Even a Sage struck by its poison would suffer blockages in the circulation of their Spiritual Power, and might even be slain over a single lapse in combat. It was vicious beyond measure.
The moment he drew this sword, it meant he was serious.
The two immediately clashed.
Both were Saint Realm Experts, each at roughly the second heaven of the Saint Realm, so their strength was evenly matched.
Their battle was fierce and spectacular.
However, Moli Hong had failed to notice Shennong's divine weapon at first and carelessly suffered several cuts. For a Sage, such injuries were nothing.
They barely even counted as flesh wounds and could heal in an instant.
Yet after being wounded several times, he discovered to his surprise that the circulation of his Demonic Power had grown sluggish.
Against an expert