Perhaps Tu Xin had never expected this:
That telling the other party would instead give his enemy a chance at life, a means to defeat him.
But how could Tu Xin have anticipated it?
In his eyes, the other party had clearly long known how to evade it! He had derived it by following behind the Emperor Lord, never imagining that the truth was the reverse—that the other party had been following the path he opened.
Fate was always so wondrous.
Boom! The light stirred by the chaos particles carried fine, crisp collision sounds, like the most beautiful notes in heaven and earth.
Great Dao True Sound.
It was everywhere here, and this was already the thirtieth time.
"A song that rends the heart and soul—where beneath the sky might one find a kindred listener?" As another great explosion erupted, the Emperor Lord revealed himself once more, calmness now visible on his face.
Because he already had a plan, whether it succeeded was no longer something he could control.
"It may seem like the Great Dao True Sound, but it is merely the Universe's False Singing!"
Tu Xin, too, had turned cold as he reappeared before him. "Fellow Daoist, the two city walls you placed before me have both been shattered. You can only fight me in person now!"
What else could Xu Zhi say? He knew it could no longer be stopped, even though he himself disliked conflict and killing.
Tu Xin smiled. He seemed very satisfied as he looked toward the chaos that had just exploded in the distance, spreading outward.
Splash.
With a gentle wave of his hand, a tea table appeared before them.
Tall in stature, Tu Xin looked at the fungus-like figure before him. Skillfully lifting a wine pot, he poured the Emperor Lord a