As the strongest Heavenly God this world once knew, Zhao Ji possesses a resounding reputation across the entire realm.
All her fame was accumulated through countless battles. At that time, she was like a towering mountain overshadowing everyone of her era.
A person's name casts a shadow.
In such circumstances, even though Zhao Ji is now only an Eighth Rank peak Deity, there is still no one who dares to underestimate her.
Even the current strongest in this world: the East God King, Longchuan Ying, is no exception.
So, when he saw Zhao Ji start to gather her momentum, the eyes behind his Ghost Face mask narrowed slightly. Then, with a flash, the silver whip in his hand howled toward Zhao Ji!
That Silver Whip seemed to traverse time and space. Although only two or three meters long, it easily pierced through the space, lashing out at Zhao Ji!
Both sides present knew very well that tonight's great battle, victory or defeat, lay only between Zhao Ji and Longchuan Ying.
