The tremendous blood-red sword posed a threat that not even the divine realm could ignore.
Naturally, Qi Yuan, who was donned in a fraternal robe, was of level 95.
According to the division of the Wangyue Continent, this was equivalent to the late divine realm, a step further would make one a regional overlord.
Indeed, torrential winds overturned the trees, and hundreds of monsters were bereft of their courage, becoming fodder for the dance of death.
Under the severing sword, Qi Yuan's experience surged wildly, while the grotesque king, the monstrous sovereign, appeared somewhat dishevelled.
Its formidable claws were chipped in several places, revealing raw flesh beneath its dark nails.
The monstrous sovereign, seemingly bereft of intelligence, disregarded its pain and continued to charge at Qi Yuan.
"It seems that we will decide the superior and determine life or death today!"
Qi Yuan held the massive sword, waving it around without the least bit of unsteadiness.
