Outside Black Mountain, somewhere.
Ripples spread through space, and the Death Knight appeared like a ghost, riding a warhorse.
He stopped there, lightly tugged the reins, and turned the warhorse around with a clatter of hooves.
The figure on horseback gazed silently toward a certain place. After a long while, his eyes slowly shifted to the pitch-black Greatsword of Death in his hand.
"What is death?"
"In the clash of death concepts, I actually don't have the advantage?"
The Death Knight recalled what had happened moments ago.
The death concept wielded by the Young King was vast and mighty, not much weaker than his own.
It made him truly understand what a young True King was.
It also made him understand why his master, the Quiet Great Lord, was so obsessed with True Kings, and why he always said that only when the Undead King returned could the undead race possibly return to the pinnacle of the world.
He had actually tried to measure and define a future king with his own limited perspective.
"What truly terrifying talent."
"What a truly terrifying powerhouse."
In Tian Yuan City, Mu Yuan shot to his feet.
The mysterious undead powerhouse had arrived without warning, and the knight's strength had brought with it an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Uta and the Liu Shi Sword Master had merely sparred.
In the battle just now, Deathbone had nearly unleashed its full power, apart from completely risking its life.
"I'm inferior."
Deathbone's expression was solemn.
"That Death Knight just now still hadn't revealed his full strength, and furthermore..."
Of everything in that battle, what it had felt most deeply was the gap in foundations between itself and an old-established powerhouse.
An old-established powerhouse could use a compatible Epic Treasure to bear their conceptual power, allowing them