A shooting star dragged a long tail of light as it fell from the heavens, as though it had torn a rift between sky and earth.
Directly beneath the meteor, Ming Xing Kong's eyes were split wide with rage, his body and soul flooded with intense humiliation.
He was the young patriarch of the Dark Nether Clan. After Ming Cangmu's fall, he had risen above the brutal competition in an extremely short time, gained the full support of the Dark Nether Clan, enhanced his foundations and potential, and become an existence who crushed all his peers.
He had never imagined that one day, he would be reduced to such a miserable state, used as bait by the living beings of the Nine Provinces to fish for his own followers.
Clearly, before he fell, his followers would certainly come to rescue him. Yet the figure standing high in the sky seemed to have prepared for everything, with the bearing of slaughtering however many came.
Extraordinary combat strength, ruthless methods—such a person was simply too monstrously gifted.
"Pfft!"
Just as his fury reached its peak, the falling meteor pierced through him. His already wounded body became even more battered, and the rate at which his Dao resonance leaked away accelerated.
Focusing his gaze, he saw that it was an energy immortal sword brimming with vigorous life force. There was no need to say it—it had to be the work of Zhao Yan from the Five Elements Palace.
Ming Xing Kong felt even more humiliated, but at this moment, he could no longer speak. He could only hear Lin Xuan's arrogant words ringing beside his ears.
"So what if I use you as bait?"
"Today, no one can save you. I said so!"
Ming Xing Kong's emotions were incomparably complicated. Those words sounded