The fight between Yang Qi and Emperor Heart-Celestial was like a contest between a dragon and a tiger. One of them was the number one chief disciple among the fifty mountain peaks, illustrious among the younger generation. The other was a unique prodigy with an amazing legacy, who had conquered his dependency-devils and become boundlessly invincible.

Their moves seemed to contain unending variations, and the shockwaves from their clashes had thrown the river of blood into chaos. The hands that stretched out of the river were ripped to pieces and couldn’t reform. They were expressions of the resentful will of the blood, which itself was comprised of remnants of members of the legion of gods. It could only be imagined how powerful that resentful will was, yet the fight between these two experts had destroyed it.

Emperor Heart-Celestial had no expression on his face whatsoever as his energy flowed like a river, his every move seemingly...