Emperor Xia!
Everyone saw Jiaxia falling from the sky.
When the blood dispersed, it seemed as though God remained unchanged in the air, with the battered body of Emperor Xia below.
"It's just a bit of exercise." God appeared calm, "It's useless. This is history, fate."
Everyone watched the scene in a daze.
Did we lose?
History cannot be changed.
"What a pity! We haven't had the chance to grow! The Buddha, Hongqi, all these people haven't had the chance…" Li Junchen shouted, full of hatred.
"Who has had the time to grow? We just reached the seventh step, if only Emperor Xia had more time, if only everyone had more time…" Elson shouted, deeply feeling the endless sorrow!
Boom!
Emperor Xia said nothing, stood up again, and charged towards the sky.
"Still unyielding?" God smiled, "Then I'll drive you to despair, to experience the weakness and pity of this moment."
Boom!
Both sides resumed their battle.
