Xingtian of the Wu Clan wielded his battleaxe and shield, his gaze like lightning that seemed to pierce through all darkness. Locking his target onto Fuxi of the Demon race, he burned with a raging intent to fight. "Fuxi, today I will fight you to the death!" Xingtian roared, flashing forward like a phantom and appearing before Fuxi in an instant. His axe and shield carried a fierce momentum, descending upon Fuxi like two bolts of sharp lightning.
Fuxi’s expression remained calm, as though everything was within his control. The Eight Trigrams disc in his hand flickered with mysterious light; with a gentle spin, a barrier of Eight Trigrams energy materialized before him like a sturdy shield, blocking Xingtian’s attack. "Xingtian, your strength is indeed impressive, but it is far too early for you to defeat me!" Fuxi said. With a flick of his finger, beams of light shot forth from the Trigrams barrier like countless sharp swords, hurtling toward Xingtian.
Xingtian let out a cold snort, spinning his weapons into an impenetrable defense like an iron fortress that deflected all the incoming light. "Enough talk, take this!" Xingtian roared, redoubling his fierce assault. Every strike carried the power to split mountains and cleave rocks, as if he intended to tear heaven and earth apart. Fuxi’s expression grew grave as well; daring not to show the slightest negligence, he defended against Xingtian with all his might as their battle reached a fever pitch.
Chapter 143