Starry Sky!
Yuan Zheng wore an expression of utter detachment, calm as if carved from wood or sculpted from clay. Yet the other-energy outside his body was like a churning, turbulent tide—vast, dangerous, and radiating an intense sense of destruction.
"Your strength is formidable!
You are even stronger than the Nether King of one hundred thousand years ago."
Yuan Zheng said in an indifferent tone, his face devoid of the slightest trace of emotion.
"However..."
He paused, then continued, "You should not have come to challenge me."
Hearing this, Wang Ming smiled faintly. "Oh..."
"Should not?
What do you mean by should not?
And what gives you such confidence?
Do you think I am bound to fall by your hand?"
Yuan Zheng stood proudly atop a fluctuating meteorite, slowly shifting his gaze toward the deep starry sky. A ripple of emotion finally appeared on his face.
"The Snow Empress is dead, and the Nether King is sealed. Right now, I am the strongest in the Seven Parallel Universes!"
Yuan Zheng did not know that the Snow Empress was still alive; he was no time-traveler, and it would be absurd if he had known.
Yet,
as he spoke, there was no joy of petty success on Yuan Zheng's face, but rather an extreme desolation.
Yes! Desolation.
His invincibility did not come from defeating the Snow Empress and the Nether King, who were stronger than him and possessed higher innate talent.
Rather, those stronger than him had inexplicably vanished.
Such invincibility was truly ironic when spoken aloud. After fighting back and forth, the final competition was simply over who could live the longest.
"Those stronger than you have died, so you are indeed the current supreme warrior, but that does not mean your own power has grown.
Perhaps my strength surpasses even