Fateful Duel
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ye Futian was straight-backed as he looked at Donghuang Diyuan, bathing in divine glory like the imperial ruler of the world.
Both of them had the wills of the great emperors on them, and it was more than the inheritance of just one great emperor. Because he was facing was Donghuang Diyuan, Ye Futian did not have any advantage.
Donghuang Diyuan was right when she said that the resources he had fought for with his life were things Donghuang Diyuan was entitled to by birth. However, in those trials between life and death, the willpower that he had forged was not something that Donghuang Diyuan could claim to possess.
Buzz! The streamer of swordsmanship circled him, and his whole body was radiant. All the will in his body seemed to have turned into swordsmanship, flowing upon the divine body. An extremely sharp aura bloomed as if there was nothing in the world that it could not break.
"Boundless!"