The sound of this utterly arrogant declaration echoed across the heavens, causing laughter to erupt among the Martial Artists of Great Hao, while the Daqian powerhouses all glared in fury.
"Arrogant!"
"Great Hao? Hmph, just ruling a speck of land, yet so damn brazen."
"Does he really think he can defeat His Highness Xu Yang?"
...
"So, in your eyes, cultivation is equivalent to absolute strength."
Xu Yang's expression didn't change; he said calmly, "Give me a few more months, and forget you—even Great Hao won't exist anymore."
Song Yuanhao's eyes grew cold, killing intent surging off him.
"Sharp-tongued!"
"No rush." Xu Yang flashed a sly grin.
Song Yuanhao frowned slightly. What is this guy up to?
"Before you and I fight, we ought to have a little appetizer, don't you think?"
"Appetizer?"
A flicker of confusion passed through Song Yuanhao's gaze.
Yet the next moment, he suddenly understood.
Because an astonishing aura erupted from the void without warning.
