"Originally, I wanted to meet you Holy Sons after the Heavenly Mandate took shape," Xue Zeyuan said with a light laugh.
"But now will do as well. I have long heard of your great reputation."
"You sure talk a lot of nonsense." Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
This Xue Zeyuan was not even a match for Xiang Kunlun. He was merely at the early stage of the Divine Vein Realm.
Once the Heavenly Mandate took shape, with the help of the Imperial Dynasty Immortal Sect, he would likely be able to enter the peak Divine Vein Realm and contend for the Heavenly Mandate.
Xu Zimo swept out a hand, and a massive hand condensed from surging spiritual energy shot directly toward Xue Zeyuan.
Xue Zeyuan focused slightly, slowly raising the spiked cudgel in his hand.
Towering blood light radiated from the cudgel.
The blood light illuminated the surroundings as it collided with Xu Zimo's massive hand.
In only a moment, the scarlet light was suppressed, while the massive hand continued descending.
Xue Zeyuan was slightly shocked and hurriedly stepped through the air to dodge to the side.
He looked solemnly at Xu Zimo, waving the spiked cudgel in his hand once more.
At that moment, streaks of blood lines appeared around the cudgel.
These blood lines were formless and intangible, existing as though they were nothingness itself.
They wound in from every direction, wrapping around Xu Zimo's body.
"Blood Cudgel Sentencing!" Xue Zeyuan roared.
The spiked cudgel in his hand carried boundless might, its barbs abruptly growing one after another.
It crashed heavily toward Xu Zimo.
At the same time, the red lines wrapped around Xu Zimo's body instantly turned violent.
The crimson threads were like a bewildering maze, dragging Xu Zimo's vision into a blood-colored hell.
"A dual