In the void, Su Yi was covered in wounds.
His body was badly shattered, fresh blood pouring like a waterfall, even his long hair stained crimson.
Over these past two months, he had gone through no fewer than ten life-and-death battles!
Each time had been like dancing between life and death—dangerous to the extreme, thrilling to the extreme.
In outsiders' eyes, he was once the Eternal Night Emperor who had ruled the Immortal Realm alone, a figure as mythical as legend itself. He was also the Emperor Su who now drew the most attention in the Immortal Realm, who had defeated all great enemies at the Pan Tao Meet and stood peerless in a single battle.
In his enemies' eyes, he was an aberration intolerable to the gods, the greatest threat whose combat strength defied heaven and could endanger the lives of peerless Divine Sons.
Yet no one knew how many bloody life-and-death battles he had weathered along his path of seeking the Great Dao, nor how much loneliness unknown to others he had tasted.
From the beginning of his cultivation in this life until now, he had devoted himself to the path of the sword and held himself to standards in cultivation far harsher than any ordinary person could compare with. Even now, that had not changed in the slightest.
And for the sake of a breakthrough in cultivation, he could even regard life and death lightly, unconcerned with success or failure.
Just like this very moment!
Those god-nieces were terrifying.
If anyone beneath the God Realm had come in his place, they would have been doomed to die without the slightest chance of survival.
Especially the Female God-Niece currently locked in a fierce battle with Su Yi. She was simply powerful to an unbeatable extent, far stronger than