He had roamed the Chaos for countless eras.
He had slumbered for ten thousand ages, believing that he had reached the end of the Chaos level—Half-step Primordial, looking down upon all living beings.
Today.
He had actually lost to a "little fellow" whose cultivation was not even a fraction of his own...
In a single move!
No, it had not been a defeat.
It had been an utterly complete crushing!
He had been completely powerless to resist... and killed in an instant!
If the other party had not shown mercy and stopped the Sword Qi before his brow,
Ice Soul Ancestor's soul would have already been annihilated, turning him into yet another eternal ice sculpture in this Ice Sealed Ancient Realm!
The enormous disparity.
The reality that overturned everything he knew.
It had nearly shattered his Dao heart!
"Now..."
Lu Chen withdrew his hand and placed it behind his back again, as though he had merely done something insignificant.
He calmly looked at Ice Soul Ancestor, who stood rigid as an ice sculpture.
He asked indifferently,
"Is that enough?"
Those three words.
They were like three thunderclaps exploding in Ice Soul Ancestor's Sea of Consciousness.
Enough?
Just now, he had arrogantly said, "Not enough."
Now, the answer had already been laid out before him, bloody and undeniable.
Ice Soul Ancestor's lips trembled.
A dry, hoarse sound escaped his throat.
"Ggh... ggh..."
After a long while,
he finally managed to find his voice again.
It was filled with unbelievable shock, as well as fear that penetrated to the marrow.
"You... you... who exactly are you?!"
"That Sword Qi... what kind of power is it?!"
Lu Chen's gaze was indifferent.
"Lord of Borderless, Lu Chen."
"As for the power..."
He paused, a trace of profoundness flashing through his eyes.
"You only