Li Yang burst out of the trap his enemies had woven around him.
To kill him, these formidable enemies had prepared for a long time and paid a heavy price.
Yet he was still alive!
And if he lived, his enemies had to die!
Once free, Li Yang unleashed the Pseudo-Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation and led fifteen hundred Sword Cultivators soaring on their swords. All of vast heaven and earth became his battlefield.
Inside the Inheritance Grounds, they could only race along the ground. Even the most basic Earth Escape and Sword-Flight were impossible.
But now-
Across the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands, within heaven and earth and beyond, where could his sword not reach? Why should he fear being unable to kill his enemies?
Not one enemy dared come out.
They knew whether they had succeeded. Li Yang was still alive, blocking the way outside, determined to slaughter every last one of them!
"Why?! We have over ten thousand people and hundreds of Crown Champions! We only wanted to kill one man! Why is it so difficult?!" a Demonic Path Crown Champion lamented bitterly.
"How many Ancestor-Blood Rank beings from our Demon Savage Continent has this damned human killed? He treats our kind as food! Why hasn't such a vicious monster been put to death?!" Dijiang roared as well.
It had never imagined that, after everything it had done, it still would not be able to kill this damned human.
It feared the day it avenged its severed wing would never come.
"You useless trash! With so many of you and my help, you still couldn't kill him!" On the Formation Barrier, the Chess Venerable's face roared in fury.
He had transformed himself into a formation spirit and could not undo it anytime soon.
That meant he would have to