He was unable to understand why this was happening. She was his woman! They had already engaged in physical relations!Qiangu Zhangting had guessed that Gu Yuena and Tang Wulin shared a special relationship, but the illusion that Gu Yuena had conjured up for him had him firmly convinced that he was the only man who had ever conquered her body.

Standing beside one another, Gu Yuena and Tang Wulin were like a match made in heaven, and the fierce jealousy in his heart was enough to drive him to the brink of insanity.

No, no, no! She’s mine! Nana is mine! How can this be happening?

Ever since he was defeated by Tang Wulin, everything had changed very quickly.

The most significant change was that Gu Yuena had become the new chairwoman of the Spirit Pagoda, which was something that he had never imagined would happen, but this was the undeniable reality.

His only hope and pride was that she was his woman, but only did he realize just how naive he had been.

Had she always kept in contact with Tang Wulin? She was representing the Spirit Pagoda, yet she was holding hands with the leader of the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy! How could she do this?

In the sky above, the temporary stoppage caused by the massive explosions set off by Ao Rui’s scorching sun and the Hornet Sovereign’s attacks quickly passed, and a slightly indistinct figure emerged from the violent energy storm before rushing off to the side.

On the very left side of the Battle God Hall camp was none other than Eighth Battle God Nangong Yi.

The indistinct figure was extremely fast, and it was like a shadow as it traversed through the turbulent energy storm.

In fact, it was even using the energy storm to its advantage to further accelerate, and by the time Nan Gongyi finally reacted, his assailant was already upon him.

Nan Gongyi could only just barely identify the fact that the figure that had just appeared before him was a praying-mantis-like creature. The creature raised its sickle-like front limbs, and an incredibly sharp aura instantly sliced through the air. From Nan Gongyi’s perspective, it was as if the entire world had been sliced in half and was falling away to either side.

The speed and power of the attack was quite astonishing to him, but as the eighth Battle God, he was a seasoned veteran on the battlefield, and he certainly wasn’t just going to stand around and allow himself to be struck.

A dragon’s roar erupted out of his body, and at the same time, he began to glow with scintillating light. Instead of taking evasive or defensive measures, he unleashed an almighty punch.

This attack was virtually second nature to him, and his fist was guided entirely by intuition rather than visual stimulus.

At his level, he had full trust in his own instinctive reactions in battle, which had been honed through a vast amount of experience and was naturally derived from his spiritual power.

The eyes could often be fooled, but it was very difficult to fool spiritual power.

As he unleashed this punch, Nangong Yi had already cast the concepts of danger and self-preservation completely out of his mind. His opponent had clearly prepared for this all-out attack, so it would be very difficult for him to evade it.

Furthermore, if he were to take evasive measures, he would be conceding the initiative, allowing his opponent to unleash a string of consecutive attacks.

Perhaps he could dodge the first attack, but how long could he keep that up against such a fast and lethal opponent?

This was a nine-on-nine battle, but he wasn’t counting on any of his companions to help him. Both sides had nine combatants; if he couldn’t even take on one opponent on his own, then he would be a liability to the entire team.

How his companions reacted was up to them; all he had to focus on was completing his mission.

In such a brief span of time, Nangong Yi wasn’t actually able to consciously consider all of this; everything that he was doing was instinctive, and those instincts had been honed through battling alongside the Battle Gods for many years.

His punch appeared to be very plain and simple, but it was imbued with all of his power, making it an extremely devastating strike.

The enemy’s attack struck Nangong Yi in the end, and it was supposed to be a lethal strike, but in the instant it made contact with Nangong Yi’s body, his suit of three-word battle armor began to squirm while releasing extremely bright radiance, as if it had been set alight.

The dazzling light converged toward the part of the battle armor that had been struck, seemingly gluing the severed space back together as an ear-splitting screeching sound rang out across the entire battlefield.

From an outsider perspective, it could be clearly seen that Nangong Yi’s suit of battle armor had exploded into an eruption of bright light, and the explosion had bought him a split second of time.

In the same instant that he was struck by his opponent’s attack, his fist also struck a patch of thin air that was around half a meter to the side of his opponent.

However, as soon as his fist struck that spot of what appeared to be empty space, the entire space there instantly collapsed, and a figure stumbled out into the open.

This was a praying-mantis-like abyssal creature with a dark golden body.

It was significantly smaller than the average Abyssal Evil Sickle with a body that was only around two meters in length, and its chest had completely caved in. One of its sickle-like appendages had been snapped, and a large amount of abyssal energy was pouring out of its wounds.

Only now, after Nangong Yi had taken advantage of his three-word battle armor’s detonation and completed that punch, did he finally dodge slightly to the side so the attack avoided his vital regions.

A gasp appeared on his left shoulder, and in the next instant, his left arm was entirely detached from his body. However, there was no blood flowing from the wound as Nangong Yi had already sealed off the circulation to his left shoulder in an extremely calm manner.

This sounded like a lengthy process, but in reality, everything had happened in the blink of an eye. Almost right after the clash between Ao Rui and the Hornet Sovereign had taken place, the praying-mantis-like figure had appeared, and the aforementioned exchange took place.

The opening exchange had been extremely brief, but that certainly didn’t mean that it was impactful.

Nangong Yi suddenly burst into hearty laughter. “I’d do that again any day!”

As soon as his fist struck his opponent, he knew that this was a worthy exchange. It seemed that he had come off second-best as he had been forced to detonate his three-word battle armor, and even then, he had still lost an entire arm. However, he knew that it was worth it, and the reason for this was very simple: his opponent was more powerful than he was.

The abyssal creature that had just attacked Nangong Yi was the king of the Abyssal Evil Sickles, and in the abyssal plane, it was known as the Sickle Emperor.

Even the average Abyssal Evil Sickle was already extremely powerful, so their ruler was naturally even more formidable.

With its extreme speed and lethal offensive prowess, even the abyssal rulers of the higher levels were very much reluctant to get on its bad side.

It was the abyssal emperor that had the best chance of successfully challenging one of the top 10 abyssal rulers to become an abyssal sovereign in the future. If its power had to be described in human Soul Master terms, then its offensive prowess was comparable, or perhaps even superior to that of a demigod.