Across the entire Nine Provinces Continent, the Heavenly Emperors of the Human Race already stood at the very pinnacle. Even the sect masters of the greatest powers were only at this realm.
What was more, members of the Foreign Race had always possessed greater combat strength than humans of the same rank.
Take Xue Mantian, who stood before Xu Xuan now. Who knew whether he had spent thousands or tens of thousands of years cultivating to this realm?
How could human cultivators contend with the accumulation of such a long span of time?
"Just you?"
Xu Xuan answered with silence. Only when the Blood-Colored Barrier on the horizon had completely stabilized did he slowly speak.
"Bring out every means at your disposal!"
Xue Mantian did not grow angry either. His expression was full of solemnity, without even a trace of resentment.
"Fine!"
Xu Xuan answered. A Magnetic Mountain Sword appeared in his hand as he slowly stepped forward.
Even without being able to draw on the power of Magnetic Mountain, the sword itself was already astonishingly powerful.
"Go! He's dead for sure! There's no need for us to clash with a Great Emperor of the Foreign Race. We should wait for our sect seniors to arrive!"
Far away, the Heavenly Prides from the various factions who had noticed the situation actually had no desire to watch the battle and left one after another.
How savage was a Great Emperor of the Blood Clan? If they insisted on staying without knowing what was good for them, they would likely become the blood energy flowing through his body!
"It seems your fearsome reputation really does precede you!"
Xu Xuan suddenly chuckled. The Magnetic Mountain Sword in his hand abruptly turned into a streak of purple light, carrying him into the void and