At this moment, Ji Yuan felt incomparably exhilarated. Even the oppressive force of heaven and earth upon him had vanished without a trace. Looking around the skies in every direction, he saw that after a single sword strike, all beneath heaven had been cleansed.
Only then did Ji Yuan turn back toward Mihuang. His aura was savage, his demonic body ferocious, yet he wore a suit of battle robes and Purple Gold Armor.
Ji Yuan's gaze was calm, but the pressure it brought Mihuang had increased by geometric proportions compared with before. Though Mihuang's arrogance knew no bounds and he believed himself to have cultivated an Indestructible Vajra body, after witnessing the power of that sword, it was difficult to imagine anyone in the world capable of withstanding it.
The ferocity in Ji Yuan's eyes was partly due to Mihuang being so tense that the muscles across his face had bunched up, his teeth clenched until his fangs showed. Yet even so, Mihuang still possessed fighting spirit.
To snatch that Golden Wheel treasure from Ji Yuan's hands? That possibility was now practically nonexistent.
But at the very least, he could still fight Ji Yuan once. It would not disgrace Mihuang's life of arrogance. In all the world, who could witness Ji Yuan's sword that divided the boundaries and still have the courage to attack him?
As though answering himself in his heart, every sinew and bone in Mihuang's demonic body rang in unison. Demonic blood spilled from the corner of his ferocious mouth, while strands of terrifying demonic aura spread from his blood and pores, forming a giant ape that silently roared toward the heavens.
"At least I, Mihuang, dare!"
Mihuang roared and took one step, already charging toward Ji Yuan.
Boom—
Shattering the void with the force of rushing