Boom! Boom! Boom...
Billions of wind blades tore savagely through the scarred surface of the earth, Yang Jian, even clad in his battle armor, still was sliced till blood splattered, his face too was covered in bloody marks, yet he did not dodge.
"Yang Jian's life... has long been His Majesty's!"
Yang Jian gripped the War God's Tri-pointed Scythe tightly in his hands, blocking the attack for Qin Jun, his eyes, through the Supreme's divine vision, fixed on Grand Immortal Changde, grinding his teeth as he spoke.
Without Qin Jun, how could he have achieved what he has today?
Qin Jun had bestowed upon him boundless glory, wealth, and power, elevating him above all worlds.
Even as stronger beings came later to pledge allegiance to Qin Jun, Qin Jun still granted him precious opportunities for strength enhancement. Yang Jian always kept that gratitude in his heart.
Now that Qin Jun was in danger, how could he stand idly by?
"How dare you harm His Majesty..."
