"This is the God-Demon Battlefield, the True God Graveyard, the rumors say it originated from over nine thousand years ago, when the major sects had an internal conflict due to the dispute over the orthodox lineage... You!" Xia Wudao suddenly stopped speaking and angrily turned his head back. Behind him, a golden sword pierced Xia Wudao's protective barrier. Half of the sword length had broken through the defense and was hovering just behind Xia Wudao's head.
"Sorry, my hand slipped." Shen Zhui shrugged, while his original self inside the pyramid was slowly regaining some strength and climbed up another step.
King Liang's mouth twitched uncontrollably, "Shen Zhui, everything I have said is true..."
"Only if I think it's true" replied Shen Zhui, coldly.
"King Liang, you were once a great hero, why must you resort to such despicable tricks!"
