At the edge of the ruins, Tang Wutong's fingertips had dug into her palms, thin threads of blood seeping through her fingers, yet she remained completely unaware.
Within the depths of her pink-blue eyes were reflected the fading domain, the snow-white-clad young man at its center, and the plain, almost unadorned sword at his waist.
Something surged violently within her chest, like a volcano dormant for ten thousand years suddenly awakening.
Ten thousand years.
She had seen the stars shift, seen countless prodigies rise, seen battles of the gods ignite the heavens.
Yet she had never seen such a sword.
Such a domain.
Such a man.
Di Tian stood half a step beside her. His golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly as a low voice rolled from his throat:
"This is a confrontation at the level of laws."
It was not a collision of energy, nor a clash of Divine Power, but something more fundamental, more brutal.
The mutual crushing and devouring of rules against rules.
Gu Yue Na, Di Yue, and the other women all drew sharp breaths. They understood.
That seemingly ordinary exchange just now, the dissolution of Ice Crystals and sword light, had actually been the most fundamental clash of laws between deities.
Lu Jun's Law of Ice, wielded with the power of a Divine Official, had completely suppressed Huo Yuhao's Ice God authority, which he had cultivated for ten thousand years!
Only then had he been able to carve a sword mark upon that God King's palm, one that could not heal at once.
In a single probing exchange, Lu Jun had actually gained a slight upper hand.
At the center of the ruins, Huo Yuhao slowly rose to his feet.
As he stood, the wreckage throughout the ruins groaned beneath an unbearable strain.
Three entirely different