"Ha ha ha ha~ Old Devil Profound Corpse, when all was said and done, we had not seen each other for a good two hundred years. When you stabbed me in the back on the Outer Realm Battlefield, did you ever imagine this day would come?" Wu Zhide held a Divine Ability Spirit Treasure-grade battle blade, staring excitedly at Nine-Yin Profound Corpse True Person across from him.
A gigantic dragon-shaped Dharma Image Phantom emerged behind him. Dense water spiritual energy surged toward him like mountains roaring and seas howling, and as his aura rose, it released increasingly vast and tyrannical pressure.
Although both the Immortal and Demon Dynasties bore responsibility for the Outer Realm Battlefield, things between the two dynasties were far from peaceful. Secretly stabbing each other in the back whenever an opportunity arose happened endlessly; at most, once it came to light, the higher-ups on both sides would bang tables and wrangle for a while.
"The Cold Moon Wu Clan? What True Person was it again??" Profound Corpse True Person narrowed his eyes. Wu Zhide looked somewhat familiar, but he could not recall his title for the moment.
"Sea Dragon True Person."
Wu Zhide was thoroughly enraged.
He had never forgotten Old Devil Profound Corpse, yet the other party could not even remember his title. It was utterly humiliating!
"Old Devil Profound Corpse, if you do not surrender with your hands bound, this day next year will be your death anniversary."
Burning with resentment, Wu Zhide suddenly slashed down with his blade.
In an instant, the blade light was like an inverted bolt of lightning, incomparably brilliant and dazzling against the morning sun at the horizon.
Its biting might erupted in that instant as well, crushing down upon Nine-Yin Profound Corpse True Person with overwhelming force.
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