Cut down the weeds without pulling out the roots.
And the spring wind would breathe them back to life.
Since he had already struck.
Wu Chongtong would not leave Xiao Chen even the faintest chance.
By his reckoning, that peerless strike, which gathered all the mysteries of the world, should have utterly crushed the wild youth before him, whose robes were white as snow and whose eyes held unyielding resolve, reducing him to ash.
Who could have guessed?
That dark-horse youth simply refused to die.
He had endured it head-on.
It shook Wu Chongtong to his core.
Such tenacity.
Was unparalleled.
At that moment.
Wu Chongtong seemed to suddenly catch a fleeting thread of heaven's secrets. His heart trembled within his chest, and an inexplicable warning stirred without cause.
Previously.
The double-pupil prophecy.
Had foretold that Xiao Chen would one day soar like a dragon in the heavens.
And become an enemy without equal.
That had merely been a warning.
But just now.
In a fleeting daze.
An absurd thought had inexplicably swept through Wu Chongtong's mind.
One day.
Perhaps.
He might perish beneath the ancient sword held by the white-robed youth before him.
Twin-Pupil Bearers had been rare throughout the ages.
Their unfathomable depths rivaled dragons.
Once the double-pupil divine eye opened.
Heavenly resonance enveloped its bearer.
Allowing him to glimpse karma and the future through the unseen.
In extreme circumstances, even without igniting his double pupils, he could gaze through illusion and behold the path of his fate through the spirit light within his sea of consciousness.
The mighty figures of antiquity had called this Double-Pupil Enlightenment.
Double-Pupil Enlightenment was exceedingly rare.
Usually.
Only supreme heavenly secrets concerning a turning point in the bearer's fate.
Could possibly awaken it.
Yet.
Just moments ago.
Wu Chongtong had stood amid