In the Heavenless Black Prison, Chu Xisheng watched White Emperor's Son approach, his gaze intensely grave.
The other party had never displayed any strong hostile killing intent, so Chu Xisheng had not fled at the first opportunity.
With no way out of the Heavenless Black Prison, fleeing probably would not solve the problem.
White Emperor's Son had tracked him down from a million li away, a clear indication of his mighty divine power and vast divine abilities.
Chu Xisheng, meanwhile, had nearly exhausted his uses of Time-Step.
Although he could still sever temporal sequence with the Heaven-Cutting Saber, the distance of each displacement would be greatly reduced, making it even harder to shake the other party off.
Besides, if White Emperor's Son truly intended to kill him, he had had several opportunities to strike during the battle at the Palace Terrace.
Under the very eyes of Zangtian and the other two gods, even if White Emperor's Son could not kill him on the spot, he could have made his situation worse.
Chu Xisheng wanted to know exactly what the other party intended.
Was there something on him that had caught this Sword God's eye?
White Emperor's Son, however, came straight to the point. With a sweep of his raised hand, he grasped an utterly ordinary sword.
An overwhelmingly powerful sword aura locked onto Chu Xisheng from a distance.
"Draw your saber! I want to see Blood-Yazi Saber Lord's saber arts, and the Blade Dao you developed yourself!"
Chu Xisheng raised his eyebrows.
White Emperor's Son wanted to see his Blade Dao? Was he interested in his Yazi Saber?
Judging by his past deeds, this man was indeed a martial fanatic.
Without standing on ceremony, Chu Xisheng drew the Blood-Yazi Divine Saber from his waist.
Blood-colored double pupils appeared in his