You Have Nothing That Even Deserves to Be Suppressed by Me

Chen Mi's head burst apart just like that. His shattered eyes and splattering flesh exploded through the void, still bearing the terror of his final moments.

He was first on the Creation Realm Rankings, the strongest person to enter the Five Clans Competition.

He had poured his heart and soul into everything, always treading carefully. He had never expected it to end like this.

Silence!

It was as if all sound had vanished from the world.

Those despairing, grief-stricken, disbelieving gazes turned as one toward Chen Yan.

Hong Yu's body began to change, eventually transforming completely into Chen Yan's likeness.

It was as if a chill had swept through everyone's minds. They all came back to themselves.

The one Chen Mi and the others had joined forces to kill just now hadn't been Chen Yan at all.

It had been Hong Yu.

"Chen Yan!"

High above, Chen Changyuan's body roiled like black, viscous sludge. Astonishment burst from his eyes.

"What is this, an illusion?!

He stared fixedly at Chen Yan. Even he had been fooled by what had just happened.

The only two remaining Ascenders watched Chen Yan in terror and hurriedly retreated.

The few Creation Realm cultivators left from the Five Clans had gone deathly pale. Despair flickered in their eyes as they shook their heads frantically.

"We can't beat him. There's no way we can beat him!"

"Please... spare me!"

"We just want to live! We just want to live!"

They shrieked. Taking advantage of Chen Changyuan's inattention, one of them fled into the distance.

Chen Changyuan's attention was entirely fixed on Chen Yan, so he paid no heed to the few Creation Realm cultivators escaping.

Wu Song and the others were overjoyed.

"Making something that was about to happen not happen—that's rewriting reality, reversing time!"

"So powerful!