"This boy cannot be beaten head-on!"
The Yellow Springs Patriarch's ghostly green soul-flames flickered wildly. For the first time, he wanted to retreat.
He excelled at Strange Curses and corroding souls. Direct attacks had never been his strength. Now, facing Fang Chen, who had snuffed out even a ferocious being like the Blood Sea Patriarch with a single stroke, he had lost every shred of will to fight.
The Floating Immortal Sword's Return-to-Ruin Power seemed innately suited to suppressing an Origin as dark and sinister as his.
The Life Ancient Emperor had gone pale. The Half-Life, Half-Death Fruit in her hand had shattered, and Fang Chen had easily dispelled her strongest means of interference, the Life-Death Mist. A chill ran through her entire body. All she wanted was to flee beneath the protection of the Tree of Life.
The Judgment Ancient Emperor's face was ashen, the golden phantom of his codex dim. Having had his attempt to strip Fang Chen of his existence broken by brute force, he had already suffered a blow to his spirit.
He stared fixedly at the Floating Immortal Sword in Fang Chen's hand. Beyond his fear lay greed he could scarcely conceal, and bewilderment. How could this sword devour and refine an Ancient Emperor's Origin so ruthlessly?
It was no ordinary weapon.
Only the Radiant Sun Ancient Emperor still burned with fury and Killing Intent in his golden eyes, bright as twin suns. Yet uncertainty lurked in their depths.
Born of the Heavenly Human Race, he considered himself the embodiment of light, the guardian of order, supreme above all.
Fang Chen's strange Sword Domain, which suppressed light, affronted both his beliefs and his power.
"Everyone!"
A tremor crept into the Radiant Sun Ancient Emperor's voice, though he forced it into a commanding tone. "This fiend