My gaze instantly turned to Cang Ren. The boy truly had swordlike brows and starry eyes, his gaze seeming to overflow with radiant light. Compared to the other imperial descendants, he was naturally a few shades more unruly.
After hearing his own son speak so arrogantly, Cang Xia showed no intention of stopping him in the slightest. For her son to speak like that was as ordinary as eating or drinking—he could act recklessly as he pleased.
Bang!
A muffled impact rang out. Cang Ren's entire body seemed to be struck by something, and the next moment, his twisted figure appeared back in its original position.
The Star Official standing behind him was not so lucky. Wherever Skyline reached, only black light that erased everything remained.
"How dare you kill me!?" Cang Ren roared despite himself.
The reason he had managed to dodge was that he had borrowed the light of the Star God Seat. Just like Starry Heaven Mistsea, the Son of Destiny also possessed a life-saving star artifact that let him stand proudly above the world.
But even if it saved his life, it consumed an extreme amount of fortune.
From the perspective of Heaven-Earth Origin Suppression, countless red threads of fortune that had originally gathered around him had been severed—who knew how many? That one strike had cut away half his allotted fate.
A ferocious look curled at the corners of my lips as I sneered, "Interesting. As expected of the Son of Destiny. Do you still have time to deliver your last words?"
Looking at his body, which had been abandoned by the Heavenly Dao's fortune and protection, Cang Ren's pupils suddenly constricted. He seemed not to have realized yet that so much of his fortune had been stripped away in an instant.
Skyline was no