Wang Xu's death means his chance of Cultivation Ascension is even more remote.
But if he doesn't use ruthless means, with Wang Xu targeting him like this, he will never find peace.
"Hmm?"
Just then, Han Yanzi suddenly frowned and, in a flash, dodged a soundless Blood Spear, then glanced at the source of the spear:
"Still not dead..."
Han Yanzi slightly frowned looking at Wang Xu's severed head, seemingly unaffected, and even his Blood Energy seemed more astonishing as he had.
Wang Xu raised his hand and tied his own head to his waist, his eyes firmly fixed on Han Yanzi.
Inside his body, that pearl was spinning crazily, the characters on the pearl becoming clearer and increasing in number.
The weakening Blood Energy, at this moment seemingly ignited by his will, burst out with astounding power again.
His two hands combined to form a massive blood-red axe.
He swung the axe and roared to the sky:
"I am the Martial Ancestor!"
"No one can defeat me!"
