Lord Xia fell silent. As he slightly raised his eyes, killing intent wrapped in imperial majesty pierced the air, as if he would crush every living thing before him in the next instant.
He stared at Chen Fazhen just like that.
Perhaps Lord Xia didn't care about the deaths of tens of millions of living beings. Perhaps he didn't care if Great Xia was destroyed.
But he cared about the Lord of Martial Arts.
Back then, the Lord of True Meaning had died tragically, and only Reverse Ninth Sword and a Remnant Soul had returned to the Human Race.
That Remnant Soul had none of the Lord of True Meaning's former methods. It had even forgotten how it had died.
The Lord of True Meaning within Shen Yiwei now was truly nothing more than a Remnant Soul with a few fragments of incomplete memories.
The Remnant Soul believed that it had died because that Ancient God Beast had been overwhelmingly powerful.
But even if a Lord of Martial Arts couldn't defeat Zhuohe Wumeng, couldn't he escape?
Unless...
There had been another Lord of Martial Arts there.
The death of the Lord of True Meaning back then had enraged Lord Xia.
He allowed himself to kill the Lord of True Meaning, but he would not allow someone else to kill a Lord of Martial Arts.
How many Lords of Martial Arts had the Human Race ever produced?
Lord Xia hadn't expected the culprit to be standing right before him.
"To create a new world, you have to do what's impossible. If I lose, I'll be a sinner of the Human Race.
"If I win, then I, Chen Fazhen, will be the new master who opens the heavens!"
Chen Fazhen met Lord Xia's gaze, but there was no fear in his eyes.