Fate made fools of people.
Today.
He had actually been defeated by a young rogue cultivator from Great Xia.
In that instant.
He was filled with extreme unwillingness, frustration, and fury!
None of his usual calmness, loftiness, or arrogance remained.
Amid a crazed roar.
Qin Qiankun's body blazed with nether azure light. Soul blood seeped from every pore, wreathed in wisps of mist, as he crashed to the ground and smashed out a thirty-foot crater.
Amid the billowing dust, all glory was lost, and success had crumbled at the final step.
Having fallen straight into the abyss, Qin Qiankun still could not understand how a youth from a remote little dynasty could possess such foundations, enough to fight across realms and strike down an unrivaled True Dragon like him!
And what was that black-and-white scythe?
It entwined life and death, its killing power as vast as heaven.
It specifically cleaved souls.
It was simply profound, unfathomable, terrifying beyond all reason!
The viewing area was silent as a graveyard. Almost no one had expected that this battle, deemed by many to be a crushing contest with an obvious disparity in strength and no suspense at all, would end like this.
Azure Spirit's foremost True Dragon had actually been hammered down by Xiao Chen, a rogue cultivator from the frontier!
"Qin Qiankun... lost?"
Several breaths later, someone murmured, their voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"A third King Armament! At the King Realm Fifth Layer, he had already forged three King Armaments?"
A great demon stared in horror.
The cultivation world generally recognized that below the Emperor Realm, three King Armaments were the absolute pinnacle.
It was not as though no one had accomplished such a feat.
But to forge a third King Armament, one had to at least reach the