Facing Yi Yun, who had severed her Dao, Bai Yueyin remained utterly calm. After countless years of battle had ended in defeat, she seemed to have no trouble accepting the outcome.
Yi Yun touched his Space Ring. The Illusion Snow Sword was inside. As long as he drew it and struck, Bai Yueyin, in her current state, would have no way to withstand it.
Yet Yi Yun hesitated at the thought of swinging his God Slaying Sword at Bai Yueyin... Bai Yueyin was neither good nor evil. She had brought death upon herself, but the grievous wounds she had suffered now were because she had fought the Ancestral God.
Decades ago, the Ancestral God had chased Yi Yun into the Primal Universe. Although the Primordial Chaos Spear had pierced the Ancestral God's body, the divine spear was ultimately ownerless. A lone spear was probably not enough to rob the Ancestral God of his combat strength. If Bai Yueyin had not crossed layer upon layer of space to come for him, Yi Yun might not have escaped the Ancestral God.
He might even have been caught by the Ancestral God in the spatial storms of the Primal Universe and died an untimely death!
Taking a step back, even if Yi Yun had escaped at the time, the Ancestral God's mark still remained within his body. The Ancestral God would eventually have come to take his life. If Bai Yueyin had not grievously wounded the Ancestral God, how could Yi Yun possibly have met Lin Xin Tong now?
"Are you hesitating?" Bai Yueyin looked at Yi Yun and asked calmly.
"You're this calm about life and death?" Yi Yun countered.
"Since ancient times, kings were made from victory, and the defeated were branded bandits. My Dao was a path of certain death