Divine blood ran from Jiang Ping An's brow into the tracks of his tears, as though he were shedding two tears of blood.
Jiang Ping An's Origin Divine Spark had been torn open by the Order Staff Fragment. Like a leaking bottle, his origin power poured away in a frenzy.
His cultivation plummeted at terrifying speed—Eighth Level, Seventh Level, Sixth Level... The Primordial Dharma Form could no longer be sustained, and his body returned to its original size.
Jiang Ping An had lost.
Not only had he lost, his Origin Divine Spark had also been destroyed.
What awaited him next should be death.
"Why? Why?"
Jiang Ping An stared straight at Ying Cang. There was no fear in his eyes, only the dead stillness of betrayal.
He could never understand why Ying Cang had attacked him.
He would rather have died at the hands of Zhuo Shan, Clan Leader of the Wildsea Royal Clan, than accept Ying Cang's attack.
Ying Cang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "For Zhu Mu's two supreme treasures. Those two treasures can help me recover my cultivation quickly."
He raised a hand and tore open space, opening Jiang Ping An's inner world. From within, he took out the supreme treasure beast hide, [Void Spirit].
Jiang Ping An's face had turned pale from his fallen cultivation. "You're lying. If you truly wanted those two supreme treasures, I would definitely have given them to you."
He did not believe that explanation at all.
Ying Cang was silent for a long while. "You and I are not on the same path. Once you return to reality, you will affect my plans."
"Cough, cough!"
Jiang Ping An coughed violently and asked weakly, "What plans?"
Ying Cang slowly exhaled a turbid