Traveling through the first year of Panlong and Magnolia

Andrew felt relieved after hearing the news about the Wu Iron Crown. However, he felt ashamed when he thought about how he had promised Lei Jing to kill Montero but failed to do so. In order to compensate Lei Jing, Andrew gave him all five commander badges.

With these Commander Badges, Leis Jing finally collected enough military merit to exchange for the main artifact. He was very happy about this and immediately returned to the Dark God Plane. It can be seen that Leis Jing has no interest in this plane war.

However, Andrew headed towards the military camp of the God of Light's plane.

"Magnus, I hope you can be more sensible." Andrew, who was anxious for the Iron Crown, could no longer wait for the final battle of the plane war.

At the same time, his main god clone suddenly opened his eyes. With a flick of his hand, a space door appeared in front of him. The main god clone stepped into the space turbulence and headed towards the plane battlefield. In order to prevent Magnus from self-exile, Andrew even used his last trump card this time.

"Who is that?"

Andrew's figure appeared above the camp of the Light Camp as if he had teleported. The defending army below was horrified and immediately sounded the alarm. Soon, thousands of troops surrounded Andrew, including several powerful commanders.

"I'm here to see Magnus." Andrew ignored them and said calmly.

In the camp of the God of Light, the commanders recognized Andrew.

"Oh no, it's Andrew. He's a great master, I can't afford to offend him." The commanders discussed it secretly and immediately informed Magnus. In order to avoid angering Andrew, they and their men retreated two miles.

"call out……"

A beam of white light shot out from the military camp and came to Andrew. A figure appeared, and it turned out to be a man with long silver hair. The man had a crystal-clear complexion and a warm gaze, giving people a warm and sacred feeling.

"All of you go back." The man who came was Magnus. He waved his hand and the troops dispersed immediately. The host of this war in the plane of the God of Light was Magnus.

The moment Magnus appeared, Andrew's heart began beating fast. He saw that Magnus was wearing the Iron Crown on his head!

However, the Iron Crown was a little damaged, so Magnus repaired it specially.

"Andrew, did you come to me specifically for the 'Crown of Light'?" Magnus asked. The Crown of Light was the name he gave to the Iron Crown.

Andrew smiled and said, "It's not called 'Crown of Light', but 'Iron Crown'. It originally belonged to me, so I just came to get back what belongs to me." Andrew said confidently.

Magnus was not angry, he just groaned twice: "Maybe, but no matter what it is called, it is mine now, so you should leave."

Magnus would never give up the Iron Crown. Hundreds of years ago, he got the Iron Crown by chance and found that it could repair the body. Magnus was an ordinary human who had achieved great perfection. His body was originally a weakness. With the Iron Crown, his strength increased several times. How could he give up such a treasure?

"Magnus, don't you really want to consider it? If you return the Iron Crown to me, I'll owe you a favor!" Andrew advised.

Magnus laughed: "Andrew, you are the Great Perfection, and so am I. I can do everything you can do. Why do I need your favor?"

Andrew sighed secretly. He had expected this. In fact, there was one thing he definitely hadn't expected. Originally, among the Great Perfections, no matter if they had any friendship or not, they had to give each other some face. Everyone had equal status and strength, and it would not benefit anyone to tear their faces apart. If that were the case, Magnus wouldn't have said such harsh words. But Magnus was jealous of Andrew.

In Magnus's opinion, Andrew was just a lucky guy. How long did it take him, Magnus, to reach the Great Perfection? Billions of years! And what about Andrew? As far as he knew, he had been practicing for less than 10,000 years, but he was already on par with him. Magnus really couldn't stand such a result.

"In that case, let's make a bet." Andrew thought about it, flipped his hand, and a black jade bottle appeared.

"Here are 10,000 drops of God's power. I'll bet it with you for the Wu Iron Crown. If I lose, the God's power will be yours. If you lose, you'll have to hand over the Wu Iron Crown. How about that?"

Magnus was slightly surprised. Ten thousand drops of God's power was also very tempting for the Great Perfection. For example, he agreed to the Lord of Light to preside over the affairs of the plane battlefield this time, and the final reward was only five hundred drops of God's power. However, Magnus did not agree.

The more he saw that Andrew valued the Wu Iron Crown, the more he wanted to make things difficult for Andrew.

"I'm busy. If you have nothing else to do, you'd better leave early." He looked at Andrew with a teasing look.

Andrew was angry.

"Magnus, you must not refuse a toast!"

Magnus's expression changed: "Why, you want to take action? Come on!"

The two men looked at each other, eager to fight.

"Okay, Magnus, I'll let you know what regret is!" Andrew put his hands behind his back, his eyes were cold and murderous. He was originally proud of his status and didn't want to fight with Magnus, but the other party actually played tricks on him, which really made Andrew angry.

Magnus looked indifferent. In his opinion, Andrew might be quite strong, but what could he do to him?

"Rumble..."

Like a thunder, the two men attacked at the same time, punching and kicking together, and the scattered power shattered the surrounding space. After the attack, the two separated, Andrew was still calm, but Magnus retreated more than a hundred meters.

"What a great strength." Magnus shook his fist, looking a little annoyed.

Andrew laughed and said, "Magnus, you are really overestimating yourself by competing with me in physical attacks."

"Hmph." Magnus looked at the destroyed military camp below, "Follow me!" His body shook, turned into a white light, and headed northwest.

Andrew laughed twice, took a step forward, and followed him closely, at exactly the same speed.

"So powerful, they are worthy of being great masters." Seeing the two leave, the leaders of the God of Light plane appeared one after another.

"Who do you think will win, Lord Magnus or Andrew?" someone asked.

"It's hard to say. According to legend, the Great Perfection has no weaknesses, so the two should be equally strong. But Andrew is the bloodline of a divine beast, so he should have some advantages in this regard."

"It's a perfect showdown...do you want to follow and see?" someone else suggested.

"You'd better give up. Not to mention that you can't keep up with the speed, even if you can, you might even lose your life. Let me tell you, in the last plane war, when the wind master Beyer fought Andrew, Nordran, the leader of the thunder god plane, secretly watched the battle, but was killed by Beyer..."

"Well, forget it then."

Magnus was a master of the Light Element and was very good at speed, while Andrew, the divine clone, was a master of the Light Element and his speed was no worse than that of the Light Element. The two of them were determined to compete and flew hundreds of thousands of miles.

Magnus stopped first and looked at Andrew behind him, his eyes changing. He could see that Andrew had not used his full strength just now.

Andrew laughed and said, "Magnus, since you have chosen the place, I will not be polite. But let me make it clear first, if you lose, the Iron Crown will be mine!"

Magnus snorted coldly: "Don't talk big yet..."

The two men attacked together without warning. Magnus' weapon was a long silver whip, which shook and countless lights and shadows disappeared. Andrew's weapon was the God-Slaying Sword that he had not used for a long time.

The God-Slaying Sword was Andrew's weapon before he became a god, and it was also the weapon he nurtured with the most care. Over the years, Andrew had been nurturing it with the power of the three series of gods, and had also integrated part of his soul into it. After becoming the Lord God a thousand years ago, the God-Slaying Sword was nurtured in the Lord God's power for another thousand years. Under Andrew's powerful soul, the God-Slaying Sword finally transformed into a main artifact.

He flicked his finger and the God-Slaying Sword made a long and crisp sound.

"You haven't drunk blood in a long time." Andrew murmured. The God-Slaying Sword shook slightly, making a buzzing sound.

Magnus didn't care what Andrew was doing. He swung the whip and gorgeous whirlpools enveloped Andrew. At the same time, the silver whip followed closely behind, trying to entangle Andrew.

Andrew chuckled, and the God-Slaying Sword suddenly slashed down. Under the blade, the space seemed to disappear.

"Crack!"

The God-Slaying Sword chopped down the long whip, and all the illusions disappeared immediately.

"Magnus, let me show you the true strength of my divine clone!" Andrew roared, and fought with all his strength. The shadow of the knife filled the sky and the earth. The sharp knife light cut the space into pieces, and the cracks in the space continued to spread far away.

Magnus was shocked by Andrew's attack.

"Is his will and power stronger than mine?"