Origin Sword Rain

The edge of the Sword of Dark Judgment sent the temperature of the entire Trading Hall plunging to freezing.

It was no ordinary cold.

It was a chill cut from the depths of the rules themselves.

As though someone had laid an invisible sword before every True Spirit in the hall.

Chi Kui stared at Yang Yu, a cruel, excited grin slowly spreading across his face.

"You've got nerve!"

Blood Fiend energy surged wildly around him. Like a vicious hound that had caught the scent of blood, he could hardly wait to lunge forward and tear into his prey.

Yang Yu ignored his barking.

Nor did he look at the foreign Wanderers whose faces had filled with alarm at Chi Kui's provocation.

He merely raised his left hand.

He spread his fingers and slashed them sharply through the air.

Crack!

A massive rift was torn open in the Pseudo-Hongmeng Void above the Trading Hall.

Beyond it was no Chaotic Turbulence, as everyone had imagined.

Nor was there any Residual Breath of Zangzhou.

Instead, there was an abandoned Great Universe steeped in death, extinction, and decay.

It was the wreckage of an Old Universe the Abyss had once Devoured.

Its Stars had long since gone dark.

Its Laws had long since run dry.

All that remained of its countless Star Rivers were cold skeletons drifting through silent darkness.

Now Yang Yu had forcibly molded the wreckage of that Old Universe into an enclosed Colosseum.

It was separate from the Trading Hall.

It would not affect outside users.

And, more importantly, it would not smash his stall.

Holding the Sword of Dark Judgment, Yang Yu stepped into the rift.

"There isn't enough room here."

His voice was calm.

"I might wreck my stall."

"Come in and we'll talk."

Chi Kui sneered. His