Celestial Pride List?
Wash your neck clean?
The six were dumbstruck!
They'd seen arrogance before, but never this outrageous.
"You bastard, you must be tired of living."
Tong Yue burst into fury, waves of energy erupted from his body, blasting apart the ground beneath for hundreds of meters.
He attacked first, the ink blade slashing through the air, like a massive ink-black python hundreds of meters long lunging at Xu Yang.
"If anyone's tired of living, it's you guys!"
"Spirit Realm? You think you're something special?"
Xu Yang sneered coldly, took a step forward, and threw a punch.
Pa!
A deafening blast ripped through the void.
Boom!
His fist slammed into the ink blade.
In an instant—
The ink blade rang out with a clang, terrifying force crashed down like a mountain collapsing, sending it flying backward, the shock bouncing directly into Tong Yue's chest.
Bang!
Crack!
