Yang Jian versus Gu Zichen
A dignified roar reverberated through the sky. The immortals instinctively looked up and saw a black-robed Gu Zichen float down from the sky.
The chair Yang Jian had destroyed reappeared in the air. Gu Zichen waved his sleeves and sat on it.
The immortals couldn't help but look at each other. This expert ….
Was he the one who'd been organizing the Struggle for the Three Realms all along?
"Your Excellency …."
The North Pole Emperor couldn't help but speak up. In truth, he'd wanted to call Gu Zichen "senior." However, no matter what, he was still the head of the Heavenly Court. If he called himself "junior," the Heavenly Court's immortals would see him lose face.
Besides, there were so many immortals from the Underworld and Immortal Region around. He couldn't tarnish the Heavenly Court's reputation.
Gu Zichen sat on his chair and swept his gaze coldly past the immortals. Most of them couldn't help but back away from his piercing gaze.
After that, he looked at Yang Jian.
"Yang Jian." Ye Zichen ran over to Yang Jian's side and helped him up, who was panting heavily on the ground.
"Bro!"
Yang Jian smiled miserably. Although Gu Zichen had held back a lot of his strength, it still wasn't something someone who'd just become a supreme could withstand.
"I got you out."
When he heard that, Ye Zichen's expression darkened despite himself. Just now, he'd nearly killed him.
But when he considered that Yang Jian's intentions were good, and that he was just a one-track mind, Ye Zichen couldn't say anything about it.
"Mm."
Ye Zichen smiled and nodded, then looked at Yang Jian worriedly.
"How are you doing?"
"I, Yang Jian, am the Heavenly Court's War God. A little injury like this is nothing."
Yang Jian laughed contemptuously, and a faint blue light appeared around him.
Before long, the paleness faded from his face. He narrowed his eyes and rose to his feet. He reached out with his right hand, and the lance he'd tossed aside buzzed and flew into his hand.
Boom!
The instant the blade entered his hand, his aura skyrocketed to its peak.
Boundless star energy lingered around him. Suddenly, he disappeared from everyone's sight.
A few seconds after he disappeared, Gu Zichen sat in his chair and looked ahead coldly.
He flicked his finger.
"Humph."
A low grunt echoed through the air. Yang Jian had appeared in front of Gu Zichen at some point. He raised his lance high into the air, then slammed into a stone pillar like a cannonball.
Bang.
He landed.
There was a crack where he'd hit the stone pillar. The surrounding immortals couldn't help but raise their brows when they saw it.
Because they were very curious about the birth of this space, they had tested the hardness of the materials here. Apart from the wooden seats, the stairs, the ground, and the stone pillars standing on both sides of the stairs were made of wood.
Even if they used their strongest attacks, they would not be able to leave any marks on them. Even the North Pole Emperor's Shuriken, which was a divine tool, couldn't even leave a scratch on the ground.
However, Yang Jian's collision had caused the pillar to crack. They simply could not imagine how strong the impact was.
More importantly …..
"Hmph ….."
Yang Jian wasn't injured.
He simply laughed disdainfully, dusted off his sleeves, and rose to his feet.
"You're pretty strong, aren't you? It seems if I don't warm up, I won't be able to beat you. "
Yang Jian grinned and licked the corner of his mouth. He threw the lance in his hand to the ground and began to exercise his muscles and bones.
His bones crackled with a bone-chilling crunch. Gu Zichen looked at him coldly the entire time.
After a long while.
Yang Jian let out a long, impure breath, then stopped.
He bent down and slowly picked up his lance, his gaze fixed on Gu Zichen, who sat in his chair.
Just as his fingers touched the blade, a cold glint flashed across his eyes.
Whoosh. Whoosh.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. At first, the surrounding immortals could see his movements with their naked eyes, but as time passed, they could no longer see him.
Countless shadows appeared in the space. Suddenly …..
He disappeared!
Yang Jian's sudden disappearance plunged the entire space into an eerie silence. However, Gu Zichen continued to smile indifferently, then reached out with his hand.
"Have you ever truly understood the true meaning of the Star of Slaughter?"
Gu Zichen had grabbed Yang Jian's neck. He flung him away, but as he flew through the air, Yang Jian's body disappeared once more.
Bang.
Disappear.
Bang.
Disappear.
Yang Jian tried to hide himself countless times, but against Gu Zichen, it didn't work at all.
"Enough!"
After watching Yang Jian fail countless times, Ye Zichen couldn't help but shout.
Gu Zichen shrugged, but Yang Jian glared at the lance, his eyes bloodshot …..
"Astral Battle Intent, Fatal Strike!"
Whap.
What greeted him was a merciless slap across the face.
"To tell the truth, I really want to kill you right here, right now, so you don't embarrass the Star of Slaughter."
Gu Zichen's expression was sinister as he watched Yang Jian fly through the air. Then, he walked over, one step at a time.
"Gu Zichen."
Ye Zichen really did see killing intent in Gu Zichen's eyes. He hurriedly ran over and blocked Yang Jian's path, then frowned at him.
"Do you think I wouldn't dare kill you? Ye Zichen, I told you before: you're not my only choice. "
He didn't budge.
The surrounding immortals' hearts were in their throats. They pursed their lips and looked at Gu Zichen and Ye Zichen.
"Hmph."
Gu Zichen snorted, then returned to his chair and sat down.
The immortals finally relaxed. Ye Zichen looked back at Yang Jian and said, "Don't worry, Yang Jian.
"Are you alright?"
"It's just a small injury …." Yang Jian wanted to put on a brave front, but he couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood. He wiped his mouth, then laughed awkwardly. "This guy's pretty strong. I can't really beat him."
Of course he couldn't beat him.
Even though Yang Jian had received the Star of Slaughter's inheritance, he'd only received it recently. Right now, he was just barely an earth supreme.
Gu Zichen had long since become a giant. He was at least a ruler. The difference between them was like the distance between heaven and earth. How could Yang Jian possibly be a match for him?
"But give me some time, and I'll definitely …."
Ye Zichen couldn't help but cough up another mouthful of blood.
He frowned and said, "Don't talk anymore. Hurry up and recover. Don't let your injuries worsen."
"Hey, I know." Yang Jian grinned, and the power of the stars began to appear around his body, wrapping him up within.
When he saw this, Ye Zichen finally relaxed. His expression darkened, and he narrowed his eyes at Gu Zichen.
"Gu Zichen!"
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