A False God staked its life on unleashing its full strength under the world's current laws, and heaven and earth began to suppress it, endless lightning gathering into a sea.
But Jiang Dijiao paid no heed. Brimming with fighting spirit, it reached into the void and grasped an illusory blade.
The long blade was demonic, exuding sinister baleful qi.
Gales howled, and the surroundings darkened. Phantoms of all manner of demons flew through the air, letting out strange shrieks and roars. This place seemed to have become a demonic realm.
Standing within it like a demon lord, Jiang Dijiao stared straight at the person ahead with pitch-black eyes.
"You're not worthy of fighting me. Bring your master!" Jiang Chen stuck to his principle of keeping up the act to the very end, looking down on his opponent as he spoke indifferently.
"I dare to seek your instruction. I could die without regret!" Jiang Dijiao showed not a trace of anger, seemingly agreeing with Jiang Chen's words.
It began gathering the strongest slash of its life. Countless demonic phantoms flew over like mad and plunged into the demonic blade in its hand. Its aura climbed steadily, and terrifying blade intent tore through heaven and earth. Before it even struck, countless fine cracks had already been cut into the surrounding void.
The scene was utterly terrifying.
What astonished the many spectators even more was this.
Facing such a terrifying opponent, King Chen still stood with his hands behind his back, composed and unhurried, as calm as an old security guard who had been on the job for thirty years.
"Everyone." Not only that, he actually had the leisure to speak, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding spectators. "I have a piece of information of unparalleled value that could save your life at