This Is Death?

Above the Sea of Suffering, where gray mist churned, three auras tangled like venomous snakes.

True Monarch Tongxuan's sword soul tore through the deathly stillness of space, while the White-Haired True Monarch's cold divine sense sealed off every escape route. Deep within the distant Bone Island, a pair of dragon pupils like crimson blood moons had fully opened. Dragon might mingled with the eerie Dao resonance of the Lunar Dao Fruit, pressing spiderweb cracks across the entire sea of blood.

"Xu Yunfan, losing focus at a time like this? Are you tired of living?"

True Monarch Tongxuan sneered. Nine Mystic Ice Sword Souls hummed and trembled before him, while Xuan Shu sword intent sliced through the surrounding deathly aura, making it shriek and scatter.

The sword body formed from his divine soul was somewhat unstable after he had severed his own cultivation, but the edge honed by hatred had only grown sharper.

Xu Yunfan controlled his avatar, Wukong. His molten-gold eyes swept over the White-Haired True Monarch. Rather than responding to True Monarch Tongxuan at once, he fixed his gaze on the White-Haired True Monarch.

"A skulking coward like you thinks he deserves to covet a Dao Fruit?"

The White-Haired True Monarch's gray robes stirred without wind, his hoarse voice tinged with mockery.

"When death is at your doorstep, stubbornness won't do you any good."

He did not fear Xu Yunfan, but he was wary of the Star Dou Banner that had suddenly appeared in Xu Yunfan's hand.

The Sea of Suffering of Reincarnation cut off all techniques. Even the might of spiritual treasures was reduced to less than thirty percent here. Yet Xu Yunfan had managed to summon his Natal Spiritual Treasure. Such a method far exceeded his expectations.

That was why he had not attacked immediately.

"Shut up!"