Boom!
The immense killing intents from both sides suddenly collided.
The Sect Master of Tu Shizong was indeed powerful; as an old-school Fifth Tier cultivator, he had mastered his power to near perfection.
This was the confidence stemming from a profound civilization, far beyond what the Divine Spirit of this primordial indigenous civilization could compare to.
However, with the Immortal Body composed of essence, energy, and spirit, the Divine Spirit barely leveled the playing field, wielding a relentless fighting spirit to directly clash head-on with his opponent.
He wasn't afraid of death.
Or rather, if he couldn't win and obtain the three Divine Objects, death was his only path.
He came without any intention of returning!
Taking one down wouldn't be a loss, taking two would be a blood-earn.
In such a reckless fight disregarding consequences, even the Sect Master of Tu Shizong had to fear him to some extent.
What a lunatic!
