The entire world was suppressed beneath terrifying swordlight.
Bzzz!
The sword rang!
The pitch-black night sky suddenly split apart, and a streak of eerie light tore across ten thousand miles of starry river.
Wrapped in the might of thunder, a black sword shot through the air. Everywhere it passed, the stars dimmed; its radiance was like the light of creation, shaking heaven and earth.
In an instant, it pierced the barrier of rules that the Lord Chen had formed with the Life and Death Aura, then was gripped tightly by a massive hand.
The Empress Ji and Lord Lu's expressions changed at once. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.
There stood a white-haired, middle-aged man, raising a black greatsword high like a God of Slaughter in white robes, his killing intent surging.
Lu Xunyang, meanwhile, was utterly speechless.
Had Xia Hanzhou arrived even one step later, Chen Yan's plan would have succeeded.
Who could have guessed he would show up at this very moment, when it mattered most?
Chen Yan watched calmly. He lowered his head and surveyed the shattered world. His gaze fell upon Zhao Zhugui, standing on the ground.
Zhao Zhugui was just climbing over the broken wall, still leisurely strolling across the earth.
The Empress Ji, high in the void, saw this scene.
For a moment, her expression shifted.
Had Chen Yan seen through something?
The Empress Ji's face darkened. Zhao Zhugui was her means of survival, so she couldn't let anything happen to him.
Deep down, the Empress Ji had already sentenced Chen Yan to death, but she also feared the upheaval that might come in the future.
Could the prophecy really come true?
The Lord Chen's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at them.
"Slash!"
Lu Xunyang's sword had already come down. Its majestic