"How's That? Wasn't I Pretty Fair?"

Time seemed to come to a standstill at that moment.

That terrifying demonic seal, dreaded even by the Saints of the Primordial Wilderness, capable of devouring the Primordial Chaos Heavenly Tribulation—at the instant it was touched by the Grass Sword, the gray demonic light flowing across it froze solid.

Immediately after, fine green cracks began spreading from the sword's tip, rapidly crawling across the entire body of the seal.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

The Heaven-Burying Seal, this terrifying demonic treasure from the previous epoch, shattered into dust before countless watching eyes, scattering into nothing.

The Grass Sword's momentum did not stop. It continued forward, and in the end, lightly touched the space between the Primordial Heavenly Demon's brows.

The Primordial Heavenly Demon's body froze in place.

He lowered his head and looked at the Grass Sword pressed against his brow, his eyes filled with boundless confusion and unwillingness.

He had lost.

Lost so utterly, so cleanly.

From beginning to end, he had not even forced out the other party's true strength.

"You..."

He wanted to say something, but Qin Mu had already withdrawn the Grass Sword.

As the Grass Sword left, this powerful Clone of the Primordial Heavenly Demon began dissolving inch by inch from between his brows.

He did not turn into demonic qi, nor did he collapse into energy.

Instead, like pencil marks erased by an eraser, he was "wiped" from this world.

His existence, his karma, every trace of him—all returned to nothingness beneath this one sword.

"My... true body..."

"Will avenge... me..."

Before his final words could be finished, the Primordial Heavenly Demon's Clone had already vanished completely between heaven and earth, as though he had never appeared at all.

The entire Primordial Wilderness once again fell into a deathly silence.

All the Saints were like