The Fusang Saintess looked toward the throne.
At some point, the Great Sun Sword Son had already vanished.
It was unknown whether he had only just disappeared or had been gone long ago, leaving only a ceremonial avatar here. Now that the avatar had lost the support of Spirit Calculation Power, it vanished as well.
"This concubine wishes Your Majesty..."
"A victorious return."
The Fusang Saintess silently offered her blessing.
This was the person she had chosen, a sword cultivator destined to fight and kill without end for his entire life. This was his life; it would never change for anyone or any reason.
There was no need to worry about what would happen if he lost.
If he died on the battlefield, she would die at the same time. There would be no further worries.
The Soul Flame Divine Son, who had concealed himself and was fleeing madly, suddenly stiffened.
Not far away, a youth in green robes with a longsword at his waist was walking in this direction with an indifferent expression, pondering something as he walked.
The Soul Flame Divine Son no longer possessed the smug satisfaction and lofty ambition of repeatedly defeating powerful foes. It was as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Threads of coldness that seeped into his bones slowly crawled up his spine, flooding into his divine soul and Divine Path Core. His entire body trembled uncontrollably.
Human Sword Cultivator, Supreme Great Sun Sword Son!
Eight-step Sword Son!
Even at his peak, he would have been no match for such an existence. He could only flee at the mere sight of him and pray for a sliver of survival, much less now.
"Hehe!"
"Hehehehe..."
The Soul Flame Divine Son laughed like a madman, his voice low. "Human Sword Cultivators are