High above, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
"Today, I, Qi Tian, will reach the heavens and become the god of this world!"
The black-haired young man in a white robe raised his head and roared, gripping the Heaven-Reaching Sword as dazzling white spiritual energy shimmered around it.
"A mere inhabitant of a tiny world dares to make such a boast!"
A faint voice seemed to come from beyond the sky. It was not loud.
And yet...
With a hum, the spiritual energy around Qi Tian suddenly vanished.
"Impossible! Where did that voice come from? A tiny world? Impossible. Isn't the Liunian World the whole world? What kind of power is this?
Why did my spiritual energy vanish from just one casual sentence? The other party didn't even do anything!"
Qi Tian muttered in utter shock, his hand trembling slightly.
It was a feeling of helplessness, something he had never experienced before.
