"Brother, since you've decided to save the Universe, let me see you off!" Undying Young Master Xuan took out a kitchen knife.
Everyone was speechless at that moment, nearly scared witless by the million-strong Divine-level army.
Yet these two didn't seem scared at all—one was busy showing off, the other busy playing the fool.
Wang Hao rolled his eyes. "Who said I have to die to deal with them!"
Undying Young Master Xuan shook his head. "Brother, I know you are the Six Paths Sovereign and can summon Hell's Gate to release countless fierce ghosts, but these million celestial soldiers have reached the Divine-level in battle prowess and aren't scared of ghosts at all. In my opinion if you want to show off, no, if you want to save the world, you still need to die first."
"Who said I was going to summon Hell's Gate!?"
Wang Hao gave Undying Young Master Xuan a disdainful look, a streak of golden light flashing across his chest, revealing the six treasures: the Saint Netherworld Eye.
