Thunder erupted across the open plains, and all beneath heaven and earth trembled.
Facing Chu Shanhe, whose demonic art had reached greater achievement, Little Martial Saint delivered a thunderous rebuke, his words seven parts indifference and three parts disdain.
That look of contempt was like a giant dragon looking down upon insects in a muddy pool. Even though his opponent had transformed into an unparalleled Calamity Beast, he was still not worth mentioning in his eyes.
"A joke? You actually called me a joke?!"
Chu Shanhe's face twisted. Those two words were like red-hot steel needles, viciously piercing his fragile pride.
In an instant, vicious demonic flames shot into the heavens. Three pairs of bone wings erupted with blinding eerie light, and his grim, murderous aura, which would not rest until one side was dead, actually caused the surrounding void to collapse inch by inch.
Little Martial Saint, however, paid it no heed.
He merely looked towards Shen Yun and said unhurriedly, "You just went through a fierce battle, so your expenditure must have been considerable. Why not leave this man to me?"
As he spoke, he casually pointed at Chu Shanhe, light and indifferent, as though selecting a pig for slaughter.
"As expected of Little Martial Saint—what extraordinary spirit!"
A wave of cheers immediately rang out from all around.
He actually intended to clear the obstacles for Shen Yun before having a peak duel with him. Such transcendent bearing truly befitted the title of a martial Heavenly Pride.
"No need."
Shen Yun's expression remained calm as he merely said, "It can be over in one breath. It won't take much effort."
The moment his words fell, Little Martial Saint's gaze suddenly sharpened, stabbing straight over like a thunderbolt.
It seemed he wanted to see through what reliance this white-clad