"Shake hands with me and make peace, such a strike is far from enough, you need to show more skill," Tian Zhixia said calmly.
"Little Imperial Uncle, both of us are pillars of the Celestial Race, why must we fight to the death?" An Jiahe sighed.
Yet Tian Zhixia ignored him, tossed aside the large hammer in his hand, and took the long box off his back, planting it directly into the ground.
He flipped open the top of the long box with one hand, while the other reached in and drew out the Ten Directions Ghost God Slaying Blade.
As soon as the blade was unveiled, everyone felt threatened as if the soaring murderous aura could split a person in two, causing them all to retreat several steps involuntarily.
Even the Emperor Tianshu and An Yi in the clouds showed a look of surprise.