Grandmaster Erlang? The Raksasa King's face darkened as he ordered, "Bring me my weapon."

The soldiers dared not delay; they immediately carried an enormous weapon—it was three meters in length, and the entire body was milky white. It was a gigantic broadsword made of bone.

The broadsword was forged from the spine of an ancient beast that the Raksasa King hunted down years ago in the Wild Deserted Secret Region. The fierce beast had lived over a thousand years; a sword made with its spine was as indestructible as the Godly weapons. The Raksasa King sprung into the air with the bone broadsword in his hand. Then, he spoke to Yang Jian, "Are you Yang Jian? You will pay for killing my Gigantic Monster!"

As he spoke, the black-mist energy that covered the Raksasa King turned his form into a looming image that seemed out of that world. The Raksasa Tribe cultivated in ways that were fundamentally different from the Nine Mainland. However, a strong warrior's intimidating aura that could mak