Ye Futian looked at Dou Zhao. He felt a burst of pressure hit him. Dou Zhao was incredibly strong.
As the future heir of the Dou tribe, Dou Zhao was surrounded by a halo of light and had the body of a god of battle. His mighty fighting will rolled off him in waves. Once he opened his eyes, they revealed a terrifying look. As he took a step toward Ye Futian, a loud boom sounded. The figure of a god of battle instantly roared to life out of him. It quickly turned solid and shot toward Ye Futian.
When he saw that, Ye Futian thought, Can he create gods of battle with his fighting will? Was this what it was like when the will of the Great Path and fighting will merged?
The god of battle lashed out with its fists, causing the underground palace to shake. Incomparably majestic power crushed down toward Ye Futian. Dou Zhou wanted to see the true strength of the white-haired youth who had broken into the underground palace.