"If you don't want to make enemies, then return the Mi!" Wu spoke. A Supreme Weapon in the True King realm had lost contact with part of itself just after emerging. That was intolerable.
"Looks like you're asking for trouble, determined to become my enemy." Wang Xuan gave him an ultimatum. If Wu dared covet him or the items on him again, he might die.
Just moments ago, Wu had been thinking that if the other party returned the Mi, they could call it even and give each other a way out. They could leave things there for today.
Yet the Mi had become a meat bun thrown at a dog—it was gone for good. Having landed on the other party, it apparently now counted as this mysterious True King's "property," and he was even turning around to warn Wu.
"You've made up your mind to fight us to the death." Wu's voice sank. Blood streamed from his nose and mouth, his battle robe was shredded, and he was drenched in crimson.
Carrying the Square Cauldron, he charged over again. As he swung it down, the decaying universes nearby exploded, like vast fireworks blooming in the dead of night.
At the end of the Eternal Silence Deep Space, which should have been pitch-black and deathly still, the light had not dimmed for a single moment today. It continued to burn, runes glaring brilliantly. The True King Great Battle covered far too wide an area, and its destructive force was terrifying.
Once a battle at this level began, it could affect all worlds at any moment, shaking the stability of spacetime throughout past and present.
Wang Xuan did not fear him in the slightest. His black hair hung loose as he slapped out with a huge palm, stirring Dao Principle Fragments