Three years had transformed Yang Tian completely. Whether in strength or physical prowess, he was no longer someone Demon God Emperor A Bao, with his seven-hundred-thousand spiritual power, could withstand.
Yang Tian looked at the Demon God Emperor who had emerged and said calmly, "Demon God Emperor, I came here only to compare myself with you and see the gap between us."
With that, he released an intense fighting spirit.
"Very well. I also need an opponent to gauge the power I have converted." Facing this unavoidable battle, the former Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu still nodded in agreement.
A streak of mingled dark-gold and blue light shot high into the sky.
Yang Tian watched the Demon God Emperor leave for their battlefield-the sky high above. The next moment, he dissipated like air.
Vanishing-that was the most fitting word to describe Yang Tian at that moment. He vanished away.
But Yang Tian was not fleeing.
He headed in the same direction as the Demon God Emperor, ten thousand meters into the sky. That was his battlefield.
At ten thousand meters above the ground, the air grew thin and the cold pierced to the bone.
The heights were bitterly cold. In such an environment, no living creature could stop this battle that rivaled a clash between gods.
Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu still looked gentle, his deep blue eyes filled with the weight of time.
One look at him told of a man with many stories.
Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu said calmly, "I truly am curious. What happened to make you raise yourself to this level at all costs?"
Cold winds swept past, but his robes did not stir.
Yang Tian stood opposite Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu. His tattered white clothes fluttered, and the empty sleeve where his right