"Good, very good!"
The Headless Demon God, upon hearing Yang Yan's words, laughed in rage, his hand holding the axe trembling.
"Kid, in the Ancient Times, the number of people who could hurt me could be counted on two hands."
"Besides the Three Emperors, whom I deem worthy, even your Five Emperors, including Yan and Huang who sealed me, I never regarded them!"
"Countless wish to kill me, but those who can hurt me, you count as one!!!"
The fallen Star Night flew back into Yang Yan's hand.
He kept a certain distance from the Demon God, panting with a slightly bent body.
Though his face was a bit pale, the corner of his mouth curled slightly:
"I said, not only can I hurt you, I will kill you!"
"You will be one of the souls under my sword!"
The Demon God roared, wielding the stone axe and charged towards Yang Yan with great strides.
Even Yang Yan found it hard to match such speed.
"Don't you want to know where your head is?"
