The Gold-armored Ancient God stood on the arena, oozing a terrifying aura that left the whole Blood Battle Arena in an uproar.
Jian Wushuang's battle strength reached its zenith at this moment.
In the audience, countless eyes were looking with shock at the Gold-armored Ancient God that Jian Wushuang had become.
"What, what's that?"
"What an overwhelming aura! Is he human?"
"Can this man really challenge Xia Yan?"
With numerous horrified eyes upon him, Jian Wushuang took a step forward and pointed the Emperor Sword at Xia Yan.
"Come on. Release all your strength or you'll have no chance."
Jian Wushuang threw what Xia Yan had said back at him.
Xia Yan's face clouded in an instant. "You're just depending on cheap tricks. You'll still die today."
Though he spoke haughtily, there was no longer any contempt for Jian Wushuang in his heart.