I say,
the Spirit Realm is unjust.
Six short words.
Like thunder shaking the world.
Deafening and enlightening.
They stirred terror among all spirits and set the dragons' blood ablaze.
They also roused Chi Lei's towering fury.
For countless years,
he had never seen anyone so arrogant and lawless.
The War Family was an ancient clan of the Spirit Realm.
Lofty as dragons.
When they descended upon
the Mortal World,
their words naturally became law.
They decided the fate of Qian Kun.
Xiao Chen was but a grassroots nobody, alone and without support. Though a heavenly maiden of the You Family, herself in a rather perilous position, kept him in her thoughts, he was ultimately still humble as dust.
Such a person
actually dared to openly challenge the Spirit Realm!
To denounce the Spirit Realm as unjust?
He simply did not know his own limits.
Like an ant trying to shake a tree.
Black waves of light swept through the sky.
Like raging billows in a furious sea.
Rampaging without restraint.
The void could not withstand that peerless pressure.
It twisted and split.
Cracks spread everywhere.
The colossal formation,
separated by ten thousand miles,
drew in vast Divine Might, radiated it outward, and swept across heaven and earth.
The hairs of countless creatures stood on end, chills ran down their spines, and in an instant, cold sweat soaked their robes. Their breathing halted, their heartbeats slowed, and they could not help but tremble in both legs, their knees quaking as they nearly collapsed to the ground.
From beginning to end, the one Chi Lei wished to target
was Xiao Chen alone.
Yet
his Divine Might was far too immense.
Strange runic power gathered in his eyes.
Vast as the sea.
Even the slightest exertion
was enough to dominate heaven and