Zhou Yuan’s eyes were brimming with killing intent as he gripped the Heavenly Yuan Brush. Its snow-white tip flickered sharply as he pointed it at Wang Chaotian.

Wang Chaotian felt Zhou Yuan’s killing intent and coldly snorted. “Arrogant brat, I was merely stalling for time earlier. Since you wish to rush to your death, I will naturally oblige!”

His hand grasped a long halberd the moment his words faded. Mystical patterns covered the halberd as Genesis Qi pulsed from it. ...