I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Amond was utterly enraged. The golden Spiritual Energy burned around him like flames, the muscles on his six arms swelled again, his claws gleaming with a metallic luster.

His speed suddenly escalated to a new level, all six arms like massive hammers, raining down on Qin Tian, each strike carrying the force of thunder.

Qin Tian’s eyes narrowed, yet he did not retreat.

The purple-golden lightning on the Black Frost Saber exploded loudly, and he moved like black lightning within the golden storm, advancing instead of retreating. The blade’s light like a dragon, clashing madly with those six golden arms, every powerful crash like thunder echoing through the heavens and earth.

The two clashed from mid-air to the ground and back to mid-air again, each collision leaving deep fissures across the Desolate Wilderness.

Golden blood intertwined with purple-golden lightning, casting this wasteland into a scene like the Asura Battlefield.

The Beastmen had long retreated far away, forming a wide arc at the battlefield’s edge, with thousands of pairs of eyes fixated on the two figures clashing fiercely in the air, their gazes filled with disbelief and shock.

Never did they imagine that the human who appeared suddenly could fight with His Highness Amond in this manner.

In their understanding, Lord Amond was the invincible War God—the pride of the Golden Behemoth Race, an outstanding figure among Tier Eight Royal Families, who had dominated battlefields for decades without a single defeat.