As He Jun’s calm yet domineering words fell, surging divine power overflowed from He Li’s body, sweeping through the surrounding green sea of fire and directly pushing back the belittling ghost flames.
Kexuotu watched He Li’s cold gaze and the long saber in his hand. His smile gradually vanished, his expressionless face filled with killing intent and a hint of malevolence.
Kexuotu’s gaunt face and sinister eyes gave him a vicious aura that made people instinctively keep their distance, feeling a chill.
Kexuotu asked in a low voice, "I have been awake for a long time, and you have only been awake for a few months. Your recovered divine power is not as great as mine. Are you sure you want to fight?"
He Li snorted coldly, "I admit what you said. Currently, I am no match for you. My instinct is to refuse to fight you, but someone said that since you are here, they will kill you again."
Kexuotu, holding the small black cat, found He Li’s words interesting because he didn't understand. Who said that? Who said it?
He didn't understand, so he let it go. He wasn't one to dwell on such details.
"I came to tell you that the Spiritual Management Association created these monsters. Be careful not to die. When you recover your divine power, and your humanity and beast nature return to their original forms, and the three natures merge into one, I will come to kill you and reclaim my position as an Upper God.
However, if you want to fight now, I have no reason to refuse. Let's have a fight. The debt you owe me from nine thousand years ago must be settled. In the last epoch, I shared the same regret as Cesuojiang; he couldn't kill you, and neither could I.
Cesuojiang was ruthless and chose direct reincarnation, using his position as an Upper God to block the ascension path for deities. This is also good; I can fight you again."
He Li looked at Kexuotu. This person was the strongest god he had ever encountered. Before him, it was the God of Death, Aigfen. With He Jun's power, he could fight two Lower Gods and kill them easily.
But facing a Middle God, his strength was still insufficient. It was evident from his fight with Aigfen that Middle Gods and Lower Gods were not on the same level.
Not to mention Kexuotu, who was once an Upper God.
He Li's heart sank. His body trembled slightly, and his majestic and boundless divine power poured out. The saber in his hand shone with a dazzling light, its blade reflecting cyan spiritual energy. The blade gradually turned white – that was divine power, sharper and capable of breaking anything.
Kexuotu narrowed his eyes, a slight curl at the corner of his lips, as if mocking or appreciating. He leaped into the sky. His not-tall, not-sturdy figure now appeared grand and towering.
As his divine power spread, the entire eerie space was filled with ghostly wails. The ghost flames, scattered by the divine power, reignited, forming several fire tornadoes that shot towards the sky.
The four ghost gates and the ghost flames formed several fire tornadoes. On the ground, ghostly faces wailed incessantly, roaring in the sea of fire.
Kexuotu released his hands. The small black cat floated beside him. Kexuotu cupped his hands as if supporting something. Suddenly, the sea of fire surged, and several fire tornadoes connected heaven and earth. The four black ghost gates grew hundreds of feet tall, like true gates of hell, encircling He Li. The divine power mixed within them was like invisible silk, subtle yet ubiquitous.
He Li held his saber with one hand. His divine power was compressed to within a few meters by Kexuotu’s divine power. The immense pressure made He Li’s face pale. He looked at the hellish scene before him and asked with a smile, "I'm already trapped, how am I supposed to kill?"
He Li was indeed not doing well. At this moment, his body felt as if it were being hammered by dozens of large hammers, the violent blows making his internal organs feel displaced.
He gritted his teeth and endured. Perhaps he should have just fled. Facing an unbeatable enemy, he chose to confront him head-on. This was completely unlike his usual nature. Damn it, he felt like he was becoming more and more like a god, that spirit of drawing his saber to fight even if it meant death. It was truly a headache.
The pressure grew stronger, and the collision and crushing of divine powers became more intense.
He Jun’s expression remained unchanged. He had not even glanced at Kexuotu from beginning to end. He looked at He Li and smiled slightly, "It's alright, just keep holding your saber."
Just keep holding your saber?
So domineering!
He Li felt that He Jun was the ancestor of showing off. He didn't speak much, but every word he uttered struck directly at the heart. This was the king of showing off.
He Jun looked behind He Li at Xiao Yue, Li Qin, Chen Sui, and Yan Ping. He said, "You all leave. Don't increase He Li's mental burden. I'm here."
Xiao Yue and the other three exchanged glances, then looked at He Li's back before disappearing.
He Jun walked to He Li's side and stood there. He turned around and stood shoulder to shoulder with He Li, placing his hanging hands into his pockets. He looked so relaxed and carefree, completely unconcerned by Kexuotu's attack.
"Go ahead, I'll stand right beside you. Let's see what he can do to you."
He Li's lips curved into a bitter smile. He took a deep breath, his gaze becoming resolute. His divine power surged again, pushing back Kexuotu's encroaching divine power.
He Li looked up at the sky. Several green fire tornadoes connected heaven and earth. The eerie green ghost flames seemed to be burning the black sky. All he could see were black gates and fire tornadoes.
Very good.
Then let's have a peak match.
He Li's mind involuntarily conjured nonsensical thoughts. The more critical the moment, the more chaotic his thoughts became.
*Bang!*
He Li shattered the ground beneath him and shot forward, saber in hand, appearing directly before Kexuotu. Behind him, a fire tornado made of ghostly faces and ghost flames rushed towards his back. He knew it was coming, but he ignored it, raising his saber and slashing at Kexuotu.
At the same time, as he made his move, the four fire tornadoes in the sky rapidly converged towards him, crashing into him.
Ignore it.
Facing attacks from five sides, so what?
He Jun said, I just need to hold my saber. Fine, I'll just hold my saber and slash at Kexuotu. The rest is up to him.
A fierce anger surged within He Li. Are you all ganging up on me?
Fine!
I'll kill you all for bullying me!
Kexuotu remained unhurried. He reached out to catch the saber. The moment his palm intercepted He Li's blade,
the five fire tornadoes also crashed into him. At the moment they were mere inches away,
He Jun appeared behind He Li, his expressionless face devoid of any action, simply standing there. The five fire tornadoes paused for an instant, then exploded with a roar, scattering into countless fire sparks that drifted down.
He Li’s lips curved into a smile. Spiritual energy and divine power erupted from his hands simultaneously, intensifying the stalemate with Kexuotu.
*Clang!*
The next moment,
Kexuotu was forced back two steps by He Li's saber strike.
Then, he reached out and grabbed the small black cat floating in the air, his divine power enveloping the cat entirely. No matter how the small cat struggled, He Li watched coldly, his eyes devoid of any pity or emotion.
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