The True Martial Legacy Belongs to Me, Chen Yan, Alone!

Blood rain drifted beneath the vault of heaven.

Ji Prefecture had fallen into dead silence. Countless living beings looked up at the battered yet still upright figure, as if they were gazing upon a ghost or a god.

"He... is still alive..."

Someone whispered, voice trembling, but the wind tore the words to shreds.

"Impossible!

The Immortal Will really is undying and indestructible?!"

Ji Yanqing's face was deathly pale. The long whip in her hand trembled inch by inch, as if some invisible terror were eating away at her.

Everyone's minds had gone blank.

Where Chen Yan stood, the last flames still smoldered. His ink-black robe had long since burned away, revealing charred bones and flesh. His heart could even be seen beating slowly in his chest, each pulse scattering golden-red flames of will.

He stood there in silence, his eyes utterly calm.

"Even this couldn't kill me?"

Chen Yan held out his hand and looked at his left hand, now reduced to bare white bone. Boiling power of will flowed through his wounds like magma.

Rumble!

The shattered Heavenly God Armor transformed into countless pitch-black scales that gathered over Chen Yan's body, once more taking the shape of an ink-black robe.

[Blood Battle State], activate!

There was no denying it: [Blood Battle State] was still far too overpowered.

Without the Heavenly God Armor, Chen Yan would have perished just now.

After all, to create Li Zhiyi and Zhao Zhugui, Chen Yan had long since divided away two-thirds of his own Will Domain.

In other words, only one-third of his Will Domain remained within him now.

Chen Yan was nowhere near his complete form.

He swept his gaze coldly across the silent world, disappointment appearing in his eyes.

"Why are you all so weak?

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