Purple-Haired Man Shows His Hand

A pair of holy white wings spread wide, flakes of white feathers falling upon every point in the void and bursting with boundless, razor-sharp brilliance. An impossibly handsome man stood before the purple-haired man.

The holy power around him was vast and endless, deep as the sea, its depths impossible to fathom.

Golden hair danced in the air, and Lucifer's eyes brimmed with killing intent.

He was a prodigy of the Immortal Emperor Palace. Though he came from the Holy Feather Tribe, he had defeated the Holy Feather Tribe's top seed with overwhelming strength, becoming known among the prodigies of all realms.

Normally, he remained untouched by sorrow or joy, with nothing in the world able to disturb his heart.

Yet at this moment, he revealed heaven-shaking killing intent.

"Are you the cultivator who killed Chen Qiuran?"

His voice was ethereal and empty, as though a messenger of Heaven had descended into the mortal world.

A golden divine staff rested in his hand, trembling and humming without end as rippling holy light flowed across it.

It was with the Remnant Dream Divine Staff in his hand that he had suppressed the strongest representative of the Holy Feather Tribe.

The purple-haired man halted. Without the slightest panic, he looked at the Holy Feather Tribe man before him with interest and smiled faintly. "You possess quite decent holy power. Unfortunately, your cultivation realm is lacking. Why come here to throw your life away?"

In the pitch-black starfield, ten thousand swords suddenly rang in unison.

Streams of incomparably sharp Sword Light tore through the sky, their ultimate and terrifying sword intent intimidating the Nine Netherworlds.

A youth clad in coarse linen and wearing a bamboo hat, with milky-white eyes, walked over from afar.

The moment he appeared, the purple-haired man felt as if