Tyrant Wang Ye!
That hoarse voice fell silent for a moment.
A moment later, that pale, slender hand released him.
"Go back. Remember, do not look back, and do not tell anyone that you ever came here."
The black bat felt as though a burden had been lifted. It nodded and said, "This disciple understands!"
It flapped its wings and flew into the distance.
Yet before it had gotten far into the air, it exploded with a bang, shattering into pieces.
"Grandmaster, you..."
The black bat cried out in shock, but its voice abruptly ceased. Its shattered body turned to ashes and scattered away.
"Child, the gods' eyes are fixed upon the Immortal Realm, while the shadow of Divine Tribulation is everywhere. Since you came to deliver this message, you should have been prepared to sacrifice your life for righteousness."
That pale, slender hand suddenly vanished.
Deep beneath these Ice Plains that had not melted for ten thousand years, at the very bottom of layer upon layer of folded secret realms, stood an underground palace.
Only a single green lamp was lit within the palace, its flame dim.
A handsome man, jade-like in appearance yet bearing the face of a youth, spread open his right hand.
A secret talisman appeared in his palm.
It was precisely the secret talisman delivered by the black bat.
The talisman contained a detailed account of the battle at the Sky Hunt Assembly.
After reading it, the man could not help falling into thought.
After a long while, a peculiar glint appeared in his eyes. "Wang Ye... is it really you?"
"Heh!"
The man sneered. "Back then, you claimed that your sword crushed all enemies throughout the ages. You reigned supreme over the Immortal Realm and searched the world in vain for an opponent. But