DeHart stepped on the air, his figure suddenly soaring higher,
like a towering mountain. He stood firm dozens of meters in the air, gazing down upon Chu He below.
"Hmph. Just because you're tainted with a sliver of special energy, you really think you're one of the Deities?"
Chu He shook his head.
His gaze then fell on Galava, who was standing there, overcome with joy. "I know you must be ecstatic seeing DeHart reborn from the ashes," he said. "But now, I'll show you exactly why I allowed him to complete his transformation!"
True Qi surged from Chu He's body like a violent torrent.
At the same time, the boundless sea of golden fire contracted, enveloping his body.
Chu He grabbed at the empty air before him, and a golden Xuanyuan Sword materialized in his palm.
Gripping the Xuanyuan Sword, he swung it at DeHart in the sky without a moment's hesitation.
The entire sequence was fluid, without a single wasted motion.
'He's still being so arrogant!'
