The starry sky fell deathly silent.
Every spectator, friend and foe alike, stared in disbelief, dumbstruck.
"You... you actually dared..."
The Gray-Robed Elder's hair and beard bristled, his eyes nearly splitting with rage. The terrifying pressure of a two-turn Immortal Emperor bore down on Fang Chen like a cosmic storm.
"Brat! You're courting death!"
His fury erupted. Casting aside all restraint, he struck with his palm. The starry sky trembled as laws gathered into a vast gray hand that blotted out the heavens. Phantom suns, moons, and stars flickered in and out of existence in its palm. Carrying the dreadful power to suppress the ages, it slammed toward the gravely wounded, exhausted Fang Chen.
Fueled by rage, this strike was several times more terrifying than any Yun Hao had unleashed. It could easily have killed Yun Hao at his peak.
"Old bastard, you want to kill me? Try it."
Fang Chen had nearly burned out, but after he killed Yun Hao, the Floating Immortal Sword had instantly sent power surging back into him.
More importantly, the momentum and fighting spirit born of slaying a powerful enemy and staying true to his heart had climbed to their peak.
"Floating Immortal Sword, fight beside me today until we've had our fill."
The Floating Immortal Sword hummed loud enough to shake the heavens. The rust on its blade seemed to catch fire with his fighting spirit, flowing with a dark red sheen.
A torrent of energy poured into Fang Chen's body.
Boom!
Rather than flagging from his wounds, Fang Chen's aura surged to a heart-stopping height, like a dying flame flaring one last time—or like new strength born from ruin.
Wounds split open across his body and blood sprayed, but a terrifying force rose from him like a sleeping Primordial Ferocious Beast waking