"If you dare not, then spare me the nonsense in my presence."
High above, Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, and immediately stopped paying attention to the Dragon Python King.
He pointed into the air once more, minute fingers summoning consecutive bolts of Heavenly Tribulation to strike down upon the Divine Sparrow King.
By now, the Divine Sparrow King's body was already charred black from the strikes, although he had not suffered any serious wounds.
But under the watchful eyes of many, this was undoubtedly a colossal humiliation to himself.
"Mo Wangchen, I, the Divine Sparrow King, swear, if I don't slay you, I shall not ascend to Heavenly Immortal in this life!" His face was filled with extreme anger, and his hair was in utter disarray.
"You speak of slaying me, yet why do you keep retreating?"
Mo Wangchen sneered, completely disregarding the other party's threat and continuously manipulating the Heavenly Tribulation to descend.
"Humming!"
