"Alright, then let me face you, martial master of the Primordial Spirit Realm."
At this moment, Xue Zhao had long since put the death of his son behind him.
Years of brutal fights had steeped his heart with intense evil qi, gradually turning his expression manic.
All he wanted was to kill Shen Qing and unearth the secrets within him.
In his view, Shen Qing had made progress over about a month.
Even if he broke through to the Primordial Spirit Realm, it would only be the initial stage and couldn't possibly match him.
In the distant sky, a streak of gold slowly emerged, like the rising sun, warm and dazzling.
That golden Dharma Image gradually gathered and expanded in the void, finally forming a majestic figure a hundred meters tall, exuding a pressure that made one's heart tremble.
"It's my turn."
"Kill!"
With a thought, Shen Qing's hands formed Dharma Seals continuously striking towards Xue Zhao.
The void roared, smoke and dust arose.
