Xue An's pupils instantly contracted.
Even he was startled by the extreme arrogance of Xing Tian's battle intent as he spoke.
This is the power of the ancient Huaxia war god?
Even after being dead for so long, his dominant and unparalleled stance remains unchanged.
"With your current strength, you barely reach the threshold to battle High-Grade Fiends, but it is far from enough. If you truly wish to defeat them, you must possess greater power!"
Xue An maintained a solemn expression and cupped his hands, saying, "Please, war god, guide me!"
Xing Tian laughed heartily, "Of course, I will teach you. Otherwise, I wouldn't waste so many words. But there is a prerequisite!"
"Please speak, Lord War God!"
Xing Tian remained silent, then casually walked to the edge of the White Bone Wasteland, gazing at the endless sea of skeletons below.
Despite being a skeletal figure, Xue An could still sense profound desolation from his silhouette.
