At the end of the Heavenly Vault, in an endless, profound abyss,
Sect Master Tongtian faced the joint assault of four Saints alone, his expression stern and utterly fearless!
The four Saints were equally confident, convinced that today would be Tongtian's day of death.
"Tongtian brat, this is your last chance to live! If you are willing to abandon the Jie Sect's legacy and enter every last one of them into the Investiture of the Gods List, we may yet spare your life."
"Otherwise, today will be the day your path ends and your body and Dao perish!"
Heavenly Lord Yuanshi seemed to have forgotten the humiliation he had just suffered. Arrogant and overbearing, his voice shook the nine heavens.
What he wanted most now was to kill Tongtian on the spot, leaving him no chance to flee into the void of the Heavenly Dao and use the Primordial Violet Qi to be reborn.
But his foremost priority was still to swiftly conclude the God-Sealing Tribulation, lest the Chan Teachings lose even more disciples.
If things could end here, he would not mind leaving Tongtian a glimmer of hope for the time being.
It was merely a temporary measure. How Tongtian would be dealt with later depended entirely on Yuanshi's whim.
"Bullshit!"
Tongtian's lips curled slightly. His cold smile was like a blade, and his gaze brimmed with contempt as it stabbed straight at Yuanshi.
This old fellow's skin was thicker than someone from when chaos began. Give him even half a moment to catch his breath, and he would immediately forget his own limits, truly believing the whole situation was in his grasp and that even life and death were his to decide?
Nothing but a fool's dream!
He had already been struck down twice and had nearly collapsed