"Asura Path Divine Skills, Asura Descends!!"
Wang Hao waved his hands, and droplets of blood hovered in mid-air, flickering with specks of crimson, forming a mysterious pattern.
"ROAR!!!"
The next second, a heaven-shaking beastly roar echoed through heaven and earth.
A gigantic humanoid creature with a body emanating white light, six arms, and three heads appeared behind Wang Hao.
Especially the murderous aura it radiated made everyone present feel as though they had plunged into Hell itself.
The Asura threw its head back and laughed, "Haha, I, Asura, have finally descended to the mortal realm once again!"
But the next second, the Asura’s laughter abruptly stopped, staring blankly at the opposite figure of the Death God, was he really esteemed so highly?
The Death God chuckled, "I didn’t expect to meet an old friend!"
Asura grimaced and demanded, "You little punk, you don’t expect me to fight the Death God, do you?!"
Wang Hao looked puzzled, "What’s wrong? Can’t you do it?!"
Asura’s expression darkened even more. This concerned the face of the number one War God of the Six Paths. Could he admit that he couldn’t?
The Death God laughed loudly, "Asura, I didn’t expect you’re still so obsessed with saving face after all this time!"
Asura spoke coldly, "Death God, if it were your true body here today, I wouldn’t say another word and would turn to leave; but now you are merely a wisp of consciousness, do you really think you can scare me away?!"
The Death God smiled with implied meaning, "It’s true that I am but a cluster of consciousness, but that’s more than enough to deal with you."
"Asura!" bellowed Asura angrily, his body flashing with a blinding white light.
Wang Hao’s mouth twitched. He could feel his lifespan rapidly declining, and in no more than twenty minutes, his lifespan was bound to reach zero.
"I knew it, summoning such a buff-level being couldn’t come without a price," Wang Hao said with a wry smile.
Asura shouted, "Wang Hao, your lifespan can’t support a war of attrition between me and the Death God. Kill the possessor of the Demon’s Eye quickly; the longer you drag this out, the faster you’ll die."
"Alright!"
Wang Hao nodded and hurled the Heavenly Demon Giant Sword, which shot out abruptly and plunged toward Li Yunyang’s chest with the trajectory of a soaring dragon.
The Death God instructed, "Be careful yourself, don’t clash head-on with him."
"If I’m going to die anyway, might as well have a good fight."
Li Yunyang’s pupils swelled with bloodshot veins, staring intently at the sword light speeding toward Wang Hao.
The Death God raised an eyebrow, greatly disliking someone speaking to him with such arrogance.
However, considering that Li Yunyang would die after failing to inherit the legacy soon, he decided not to fuss over it.
"Suit yourself..." The Death God tossed off the comment and flew towards Asura.
"BOOM..."
Immediately, a series of thunderous noises erupted in the pitch-black universe, the burst of light brightening the dark cosmic point.
The people present panicked and hurried to find cover, fearing being innocently dragged into the fray.
"SWOOSH..."
Like a shooting arrow, Li Yunyang burst out, his golden dragon claws bringing up a sharp sound of tearing through the air as they collided resoundingly with Wang Hao’s sword light.
"CLANG..."
The piercing sound of clashing metal echoed in everyone’s ears as sparks flew in all directions before their eyes.
The rampant energy scattered, assaulting the Medicine God numerous times over.
The Ten-Complete Medicine God felt a heartache like no other!
These two bastards, relying on powerful backers, had actually destroyed his life’s work.
"You two wait for me. Once these two are gone, I will certainly make your lives worse than death," the Ten-Complete Medicine God trembled with rage.
Wang Hao bellowed, "Witness my third sword, Phantom Clone Slash!!"
Instantly, Wang Hao transformed into seven figures, charging towards Li Yunyang.
Li Yunyang’s Demon’s Eye on his forehead sprang open, a sweep of black light scanning the area before him, making Wang Hao’s seven figures crystal clear.
"Wang Hao, die!"
Joy spread across Li Yunyang’s face, as if he saw hope in defeating Wang Hao with his own hands.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Li Yunyang raised his golden dragon claw, a golden meteor streaking through the sky, bringing a sharp noise that tore through the air as it clawed toward Wang Hao’s true body.
A slight smirk played on Wang Hao’s lips, and just as Li Yunyang’s dragon claw was about to touch him, he disappeared on the spot.
Li Yunyang’s pupils abruptly narrowed. This was clearly Wang Hao’s true body, why did it suddenly vanish!?
Just then, Wang Hao’s voice rang out from behind Li Yunyang, "My Phantom Clone Slash is not just creating clones but Teleportation, able to switch places with a clone at any time."
Li Yunyang’s face paled as he hurriedly turned around to block Wang Hao’s strike.
But when Li Yunyang turned, he only saw a purple sword light piercing his heart like a thunderclap that one cannot cover one’s ears fast enough to dodge.
"Pu-chi..."
Immediately, blood spurted out, staining Li Yunyang’s clothes red.
"Ah... journey well!" Wang Hao let out a sigh, his voice filled with a sense of loss, as if mourning the death of a good friend of many years.
Li Yunyang managed a relieved smile, "I have never beaten you, even betting my life and using the Demon’s Eye was not enough to defeat you."
Wang Hao drew a deep breath and declared, "Why take winning or losing so seriously? You make life so exhausting for yourself!"
Li Yunyang replied with a bitter smile, "I’m not like you. You were born noble, and I, a commoner. Master gave me everything, and I must fulfill his wishes."
"Noble!?" Wang Hao said sardonically, "Have you ever seen a noble person living alone on Earth? Or have you seen a noble who, in his craving for a meat bun, is chased all over school by Xia Weiwei? Or have you ever seen a noble who concocts aphrodisiacs to sell for survival..."
Li Yunyang was stunned. Was this the same always-confident Wang Hao? Why did he sense a hint of defeatism?
But since he was about to die, it seemed unlikely that Wang Hao had any reason to lie to him.
With this thought, Li Yunyang felt a trace of sympathy for Wang Hao.
Having grown up by Guan Yingjie’s side, Li Yun’s life was undoubtedly secured; all he had to do was diligently cultivate to repay his master’s kindness.
But Wang Hao had to struggle for a living, which certainly wasn’t easy.
Li Yunyang said with regret, "I’m sorry, I never investigated you, so I didn’t know about these unfortunate events in your life."
Suddenly, Wang Hao burst into laughter, "Just kidding with you, my dad is Marshal, my mentor is the dean of four major universities, my mom is the Ice Palace Master, and my grandpa is even more awesome, he’s the Clan Leader of the Tianming Divine Race. Do you think someone as noble as me would lead such a life? Going to Earth was just for experiencing life, something a poor commoner like you wouldn’t understand..."
"Pu-chi..."
Fury made Li Yunyang spout another mouthful of blood. This guy was indeed an absolute bastard.
One moment, he made one feel a twinge of sympathy, but the next, he instilled an urge to beat him to a pulp...

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