The audience beneath the stage was abuzz with discussion; no one had faith in Li Changlin.
Zhao Tinghan smiled faintly and slowly raised the Blazing Flame Spear, his voice low and steady as he said, "Young Master Changlin, are you still willing to fight?"
"Of course, I'll fight."
Li Changlin laughed heartily, "To concede without combat? That's not the style of the Nearly Divine Tycoon. Besides, even though you wield the Power of Twenty-Two Dragons, it doesn't mean you can surely defeat me!"
"Fine, very well. In that case, allow me to witness Young Master Changlin's greatest techniques!"
Zhao Tinghan twirled the spear elegantly, then stepped forward and thrust it straight ahead.
God Slayer Style!
Zhao Tinghan began with a killing strike—a technique renowned for being capable of slaying even divine beings.
Of course, the era of gods had long faded. In ancient times, during the war between immortals and demons, dragons emerged, and the gods fell thereafter.
