"You're already here, so why hide your head and show your tail?"
Chen Beiwu looked at the empty space ahead.
"Who are you?"
Yan Changxing appeared with his hands behind his back and spoke gently.
"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that this road is closed," Chen Beiwu said gravely.
"Oh? And if I insist on passing, what will you do?"
Yan Changxing smiled, not taking Chen Beiwu seriously at all.
A Nascent Soul approaching the strength of a Primordial Spirit and actually possessing a Primordial Spirit were two entirely different things.
He could suppress a mere Nascent Soul True Lord with a flick of his finger.
"Nothing." Chen Beiwu glanced at Yan Changxing and said bluntly, "You won't get through."
Without a trace of anger in his eyes, Yan Changxing looked at Golden Egg, Iron Egg, Xuele, Zhiling, and Aji, then said indifferently, "Boy, hand over those five demon beasts, then kneel and beg for mercy, and I can spare your life."
As his words fell, arrogance surfaced in Yan Changxing's eyes. He deliberately released a sliver of Spirit Transformation pressure, bringing the entire world to a standstill.
Barring any surprises, once his opponent sensed this Spirit Transformation aura, he would surely make the wise choice and kneel in terrified supplication.
After all, however powerful a Nascent Soul True Lord was, he was still an ant before a Spirit Transformation Venerable, with no power to resist.
"Roar!" "Woof!" "Na!" "Ying!"
Hearing this, Golden Egg, Iron Egg, Xuele, and Zhiling all grew angry, their eyes fixed fiercely on Yan Changxing.
Only Aji remained silent, mobilizing the true magic power within, ready to unleash the Four-Seasons Heaven-Sequence Yin-Yang True Domain at any moment.
Those who came meant ill; those who meant well would not come.
Unless they displayed sufficient