The Post Sky Tipping Era

Marquis Zhongwu reached out, and the heavy spear fell into his hand.

With the weapon in hand, his heroic spirit welled up, as if he had returned to the days of leading troops and galloping across the battlefield.

Li Yi said, "Although your strength is decent, thinking you can take down this humble Daoist is nothing but wishful thinking. After our earlier skirmish, I already have a rough idea of your strength, so I have no interest in playing with you any longer. While the hour is still early, I might as well send you all on your way at once, saving my time from dealing with you one by one."

"I am not like that Taiyue Mountain God fool. Before the National Stabilization Spear, you won’t even have a chance to beg for mercy."

Marquis Zhongwu, furious, took a grand stride forward. After just a few steps, he vanished from sight, and when he reappeared, he was in front of Li Yi, swinging his long spear. The faint sound of war horses neighing and the clatter of metal on metal could be heard. An overwhelming murderous aura filled the air, yet this aura was augmented by the power of countless Incense Fire Beliefs, possessing an indomitable divine might.

"This Marquis Zhongwu is indeed formidable."

Taiyue Mountain God watched the scene, his eyelids twitching, and he had to admit that the opponent’s strength far surpassed his own. No wonder he was a prince carved out from the battlefield; even after death and becoming a god, he remained powerful.

Even this single strike was difficult for him to withstand.

Although this Daoist is slightly better than me, he probably can’t resist either.

But in the next moment.

Something incomprehensible happened to him.