The phantom of Xu Tiandi's Purple Blaze Annihilation Dragon Spirit had long since vanished without a trace, and the seventh soul ring representing the power of his Martial Soul Avatar had completely dimmed, losing all its luster.
Even the Four-Word Dou Armor he had painstakingly forged, capable of withstanding divine-level attacks, had now been reduced to countless metal fragments, scattered like starlight across the charred ground around him, like offerings laid down for this crushing defeat.
Lu Jun's all-out Myriad Swords Returning to Origin had ultimately shattered Xu Tiandi's lifelong ambitions and dreams.
Xu Tiandi looked utterly wretched at this moment.
Trembling, he slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest.
A massive, unmistakable sword scar ran from top to bottom, almost splitting his entire body apart, brutally branded there.
The sword scar had torn through his tattered clothes and sliced open his resilient skin, tempered by the Plane Origin and comparable to God Metal. Flesh curled outward, the wound deep enough to expose bone, and even the divine core within could faintly be seen, still pulsing weakly but much dimmer than before.
Pale gold blood mixed with dark red flowed continuously down the sword scar like a gushing spring, staining the knee pressed against the ground and the earth beneath him red.
From his chest to his lower abdomen, the sword scar nearly ran through his entire upper body. The wound was incredibly deep, and the edges still carried the corrosive force of terrifying frigid sword energy, preventing it from healing.
If not for his body as a Quasi-First-Level God, with vitality tenacious to the extreme, an ordinary being—even a Limit Douluo—would likely have been utterly annihilated by that strike.
"The victor has been decided, ruler of the Federation."
Lu Jun's calm voice drifted down from the sky.