You Don't Have That Chance

Zhan Wudi abruptly stopped, his gaze sweeping over Wang Hao in the distance as his expression instantly turned grave.

If Wang Hao truly belonged to the Heavenly Saint God Race and had comprehended the Asura Path Divine Power to form a summoning contract with Asura, then even with the Divine Domain, Zhan Wudi would find it difficult to defeat him.

"This won't do. That brat is a huge threat. I have to destroy him quickly." A chill flashed through Zhan Wudi's eyes. He did not want any more complications.

Even if he could not obtain both Lightning Spirit Bodies, he had to seize one and rapidly restore his cultivation. He deeply hated this feeling of having ants crawling over his head.

With that thought, an icy, piercing aura erupted from within Zhan Wudi and swept wildly through the skies.

At the same time, a Golden Halo rapidly expanded, sending visible ripples through the void as it enveloped Wang Hao.

"The Divine Domain has grown larger. It has to be at least a hundred meters wide."

The spectators' pupils shrank as they dragged their poisoned bodies backward. They could not allow themselves to be caught within the Divine Domain.

"The Divine Domain again? This thing is really annoying!"

Wang Hao raised an eyebrow. He felt an incomparably immense pressure enveloping his entire body, while the surrounding void seemed to be imprisoned, drastically weakening him and leaving him unable to move.

"Die!"

Zhan Wudi snorted coldly. The golden spear in his hand suddenly thrust forth along an unfathomable trajectory. The golden light around him surged toward the spear like a tide, completely tearing apart the void as it rushed toward Wang Hao with destructive force.

"What a pain!"

Wang Hao's gaze suddenly sharpened like a blade. Sword Intent erupted from his body