Wutian stood with his hands behind his back, disdainfully looking at Yun Fantian, who was tens of thousands of feet tall, as though he were mere air.
"Is this all you've got?" Wutian mocked.
"You, junior, are exceedingly arrogant, daring to act so boldly before me. Today, I shall certainly slaughter you here!" Yun Fantian continued with ventriloquism.
"Just you? Go back and train for another hundred thousand years. For me, Wutian, defeating you will be as simple as butchering a dog!" Wutian boasted defiantly.
"Junior, you're too arrogant, prepare to die!" Yun Fantian roared in anger.
The six arms gripped six blood-red spears and suddenly thrust them into the air.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...
Six continuous blood-red spear glows, ten thousand feet wide, fused in the air to form a massive hexagonal formation, imbued with the power to create and destroy worlds, charged towards Wutian.
