"You finally came... Come here and die." Across from him, Saint Spirit Ao Yuan's voice was low and icy. Azure battle armor covered his entire body, radiating suffocating pressure.
Those few words sent chills down everyone's spine, every syllable brimming with dominance and confidence.
"Who do you think you are? Just an imperfect Saint Spirit, yet you dare spout such boasts?" Jiang Zhu answered calmly, his expression composed and unruffled, not moving an inch.
Just an imperfect Saint Spirit... Who would dare utter such wild words lightly? Ao Yuan was a supreme figure among the Saint Spirit Race's younger generation!
Beneath the starry sky, the many cultivators shuddered, truly feeling Jiang Zhu's confidence with all its sharp edges laid bare.
"You aren't qualified. I only need one hand to crush you!" Seated upright on his war chariot, Jiang Zhu gazed over across the vast starry sky.
His eyes were like two beams of divine light, piercing the darkness and driving straight into people's hearts, weighing upon the soul of everyone present.
At that moment, an utterly terrifying aura swept toward them like an ocean bursting through its banks, like an exploding river of stars, crushing everything in its path. The starry sky trembled as it bore down on everyone there.
Who among those present had not survived a hundred battles, attained sainthood, and become a foremost expert of their own star domain?
Yet now, on this Ancient Road, they could barely maintain their former confidence. Even watching the battle required extreme caution.
Strands of azure essence encircled Ao Yuan, hanging down like silk threads to form a barrier that shut out that terrifying aura and restored calm to his surroundings.
The many cultivators in the distance, however, failed to withstand that pressure. Their faces turned deathly pale, their steps staggered,