Wuchen Jun, Ruan Qingwu, Xuan Yi, and the other peerless Dao Children watched in shock, their breathing trembling.
This was true power that towered above them.
The culmination of the Human Race's strongest Martial Dao over ten thousand years!
This was the Lord of Martial Arts!
"I'll definitely—"
Xuan Yi gritted his teeth.
"Definitely become like them!"
The next moment.
A Sword Light burst from within Xuan Yi.
"Are you mad?" Xuan Yi growled.
"This is your last thought. Once you act, you won't be able to stop me anymore!"
The Sword Light paused for a moment, then transformed into a figure in blue robes.
The blue-robed man stood high in the sky and looked at Xuan Yi.
"There will be someone to stop you in my place."
The next moment!
A black-ink sword stood suspended in the air, its dark blade burning with blazing flames as its Sword Light shot skyward and tore through the clouds.
Terrifying Will Pressure descended over the land like Mount Tai, a single sword suppressing the world. Its awe-inspiring might made heaven and earth bow.
A blue-robed man stood upon the hilt, his gaze calm as he looked toward the Ancient God's Godhood.
The Lord of True Meaning!
More precisely, this was the Remnant Soul of the Lord of True Meaning within Xuan Yi.
After this strike, he would vanish completely.
His figure was illusory, blue patterns drifting around him as he grew ever more indistinct.
He was disappearing rapidly, yet felt no pain. Instead, his expression held the serenity of one who had seen through the vicissitudes of life.
The next moment.
The blue-robed man shifted his gaze to where Chen Fazhen stood. At last, a cold glint flickered in his otherwise indifferent eyes.
Chen Fazhen's white robes fluttered. He met the Lord