A black shadow suddenly tore through the chaotic currents and came hurtling over. Its aura was as ancient as the dawn of creation, desolate as the world before heaven and earth had separated. The moment it appeared, it sent chills down one's spine: it was the Origin Pressure unique to a Chaos Demon God!
The figure stopped a hundred paces from Su Yang in the blink of an eye. The two confronted each other across the void, four eyes meeting. The chaos fell silent, leaving only primordial chill flowing between them.
Su Yang slightly furrowed his brows. "A Chaos Demon God? What brings you here?"
The other was completely shrouded in a dark-black robe, his features indistinct. An unpredictable mist drifted around him, sometimes manifesting the yin and yang of the Taiji, sometimes revolving through the Three Powers and Four Symbols. The principles of the Five Elements' generation and destruction flowed naturally with every flutter of his sleeves. The Great Dao was simple, seamless, and innate.
The man's shoulders trembled slightly. Su Yang's pupils abruptly contracted. He had heard that silent laughter.
"If you don't explain your purpose, don't even think about leaving today." Su Yang's voice was cold, leaving no room for negotiation.
The black-robed man laughed heartily. "Ha... Shichen, Shichen! You're still just as murderous as ever. Since that's the case, I'll have to weigh the abilities of one who commands the Power of Time!"
"Presumptuous!" Cold light burst from Su Yang's eyes. The Vast Sword was already in his grasp, its blade humming and shaking the chaos.
He flicked his wrist, sweeping the sword across. Ten thousand Ice Blades erupted from thin air, carrying the bone-chilling cold of Primal True Ice. Like the Heavenly River pouring down, they slashed straight toward the black-robed man's face!
"Seal!"
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