"Victory and defeat divide kings from bandits. There is nothing more to say. I only hate that I did not kill you sooner and let you grow into a force to be reckoned with!"
Huang Wuming snarled. He was covered in blood, his body nearly beaten into four pieces by Second Master, savage cracks running all over him. If not for Huang Wuming's heaven-reaching cultivation, temporarily using divine power to connect his shattered flesh and keep it from falling apart, his body would already have broken into eight pieces.
Of course, Emperor Realm cultivators stood at the pinnacle of the mortal world, their vitality exceedingly tenacious.
Even if their physical bodies shattered, as long as their divine souls remained intact,
they could still piece themselves back together.
At this moment,
Huang Wuming's face was ashen, his eyes filled with sorrow.
Throughout his life, he had roamed the world, invincible wherever he went.
He had run rampant and acted with unchecked tyranny.
Though there had been twists and turns, everything had gone astonishingly smoothly overall!
Before today, he had never imagined that he would be beaten into a dead dog and held in someone's hand.
As death drew near, scene after scene from the past flashed through Huang Wuming's mind like a galloping horse watching flowers, surging and churning within him.
In the end, he realized that if he had not formed such a bitter enmity with Xiao Chen,
he might truly have had a chance to strive for the Great Emperor throne he had dreamed of.
Huang Wuming possessed outstanding talent and had happened to encounter the Rebirth of Spiritual Energy. With his cultivation and fortune, after cultivating for several thousand more years, he might not have failed to break through the Emperor Gate.
Unfortunately,
it was already too late