At this, Qin Mu paused briefly, then changed the subject and continued:
"However."
"You've thrown the Four Seas into chaos, sought to proclaim yourself supreme, and even tried to slaughter the living beings of this world."
"For that, I can't let you live."
As soon as Qin Mu spoke, the Dragon Emperor's expression darkened. Fury blazed in his heart.
"Grr!"
The Dragon Emperor ground his teeth in anger and glared viciously at Qin Mu.
"You can't let me live?"
"You think you can?"
As he spoke, a fearsome glint burst from the Dragon Emperor's eyes.
He knew full well that there was no retreat for him today. He could only fight!
Besides, he very much wanted to see just how capable Qin Mu, this so-called foremost Saint of the Primordial Wilderness, really was.
The next moment, the Dragon Emperor casually waved his hand. A vast, surging torrent of dark dragon aura swept out from his sleeve.
"Boom!"
In the blink of an eye, the surging dark dragon aura condensed into a long spear, which shot toward Qin Mu.
"Whoosh!"
The dragon-aura spear streaked across the heavens. Space and time collapsed wherever it passed, leaving a terrifying black fissure across the sky.
At the sight, Qin Mu remained calm. With a slight beckoning motion, a long sword appeared in his hand.
The sword was shaped like a blade of grass, slender and light, yet it radiated a sharpness capable of cutting down all things!
It was the sword Qin Mu had forged from the Treasure Distribution Cliff, tempering it with his own Quintessential Blood.
After being nurtured for countless years,
the Grass Sword had reached the level of a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.
As the spear of dark dragon aura hurtled toward him, Qin Mu gripped the Grass Sword and suddenly