Mutou and Wang Hao faced each other, their gazes locked.
The tension was so palpable it felt as though the air itself had ceased to flow.
Little White hung from a tree, its face beaming with joy as it watched Wang Hao. Its cotton candy-like short tail wagged nonstop, clearly showing its delight.
Mutou furrowed his brows and asked, "I clearly pierced your heart, and I sensed your Life Force weakening. How are you not dead!?"
Wang Hao scorned with a dismissive curl of his lips, "There is no one who can kill me now, and there never will be."
"Is that so!" Mutou said calmly, "Well, I want to see today if you still have the good luck to survive."
Wang Hao snorted coldly, foregoing further words. His legs powerfully stamped the ground, and the Heavenly Demon Giant Sword in his hands emitted a fierce Sword Intent, transforming into traces of afterimages stabbing towards Mutou.
"Like moths to a flame, overestimating your own ability!"
