Luan Xianyuan stared at Chen Fei with wide eyes, disbelief-or rather, a stunned blankness-written in his gaze.
The Substitute Spirit Soul was an extremely high-grade treasure. Unless it encountered a plane with a Realm Lord, it had never failed. It was precisely because he possessed such a treasure that Luan Xianyuan had been so confident.
Even if he truly failed to seize the position of Realm Lord, Luan Xianyuan would not worry about his life being in danger. Whatever happened, as long as the Void Return Realm had yet to produce a Realm Lord, he could leave safely.
But now, Luan Xianyuan instinctively lowered his head to look at the utterly familiar body below. At the same time, endless weakness began washing over him. His life force was draining away, and at an alarmingly severe rate.
Ever since he had embarked on cultivation, Luan Xianyuan had never felt so weak.
I'm going to die here. Even with the Substitute Spirit Soul, I'm going to die and have my Dao extinguished in a plane without a Realm Lord!
As that thought surfaced, the dazed look in Luan Xianyuan's eyes changed in an instant, and overwhelming defiance surged forth!
How can I die here? I haven't become a Realm Lord yet. How much have my father and I sacrificed to reach that position?
How can I die here? How could I possibly die here!
Several mighty streams of light flew out from Luan Xianyuan's sleeve, seeking to repair his injuries and replenish his lost life force.
Chen Fei watched Luan Xianyuan coldly and swung the Qian Yuan Sword once more, cleaving him in two from top to bottom.
Power violent beyond measure engulfed Luan Xianyuan. Chen Fei had already raised his combat strength to its absolute peak, holding nothing back. He even