God of Slaughter

“You are worthy of your reputation as the leader of the Cortege of Eight. After ten thousand years, Xuan He and Frederick have made only one step further but you progressed two steps. You’ve reached Third Sky of Immortal Realm. No wonder you dare to declare war against our clan. It turns out that you have the same realm as mine,” the God Lord lowered his voice.

“Originally, I didn’t want to take action so early. However, you couldn’t wait. Brian, I’ve planned each step to start a war against your clan to give you time to recover. I wanted to fight against you when you got your Third Sky of Immortal Realm cultivation base back. You’re too fast,” Ming Hao sighed.

Before his soul congregated, it was like he was encountering the strongest enemy. He had to be very cautious.

However, when countless clones of his soul returned, his power had reached Third Sky of Immortal Realm. He now could relax and show his arrogant and proud bearings without fear.

Third Sky of Immortal Realm was the ultimate realm of power Upanishad in the vast universe. It was the real ultimate existence. In the crowd of billions of people, the warriors at this realm could be counted with just the fingers of one hand.

Currently, there were two warriors at such a realm: The God Lord and Ming Hao.

However, the God Lord hadn’t recovered yet. Compared to Ming Hao who had accumulated for ten thousand years apparently, the God Lord was in a disadvantageous situation.

This point could be seen from Lei Di’s and Azure Dragon’s cheered up faces, as well as the fear on the faces of the God Clan experts.

Everybody turned to the God Lord to see what how he would deal with this. Strangely, the God Lord looked a little surprised. Then, he pulled himself together and laughed, “Ming Hao, you’re wrong. My current power is equal to yours. If I recover fully, you don’t have even a small chance of winning against me. After ten thousand years, although my body was destroyed, my soul hasn’t stayed still. After ten thousand years, you’ve entered Third Sky of Immortal Realm, but do you know what I am at?”

Listening to him, the members of the God Clan cheered up and their eyes brightened.

Ming Hao contemplated for a while and then nodded. He didn’t protest or look suspicious. “Perhaps, you’re right.”

“Eleven clones of Hui will come soon. We should have a winner before that,” the God Lord frowned, “We shouldn’t waste more time.”

“That’s what I think,” said Ming Hao.