Heavenly Tribulation fell like a celestial river, cascading down like a waterfall, dyed red as Zhu Minglang climbed upward incessantly!
Zhu Minglang did not recover his memories within the Dragon Gate; he merely regained the feeling of slaying immortals. The path to ascend is filled with such battles, so why bother remembering who is grotesque and who is deceitful?
"Huff~"
"Huff~~"
Standing on the Soul Corpse Peak, Zhu Minglang took deep breaths.
His arms were a bit numb, but fortunately, the Sword Spirit Dragon never needed its edge sharpened. Each slash made it sharper; otherwise, Zhu Minglang would need to stop and sharpen his blade a hundred times along this journey, and ordinary divine weapons would have dulled long ago!
"You... you... don't come near, I... I admit you are the Heavens, the unique Azure God, I am willing to submit, I am willing to offer reverence!" Kang Yi stared at Zhu Minglang in terror, seeing him at the same height as himself.
