At the Top of the Sky.
Gales howled as clouds rolled and drifted.
Two figures faced each other across the sky. One held a long sword and looked every bit the immortal, his eyes gleaming with a sharp, icy light. The other was in a wretched state, blood scattering through the sky. He looked utterly miserable.
"Sacred Beast White Tiger, you've lost!"
Old Ancestor Cangtian said calmly.
Against Sacred Beast White Tiger at the peak of his strength, he would have had to risk his life to defeat him. But now, his old enemy had lost his life-bound treasure and had been gravely wounded by the Two Sages of the West. How could he possibly turn the tables?
Old Ancestor Cangtian was serious about playing the long game!
"Hahaha... This really is a case of a tiger fallen to the plains, bullied by dogs. You're truly devious and cunning. You stopped at nothing to kill me, not even caring about your reputation."
"I know the situation is lost, but I still want to fight to the death. Even if it means once again bearing the Heavenly Dao Shackles and being suppressed in the far west, I don't care."
"Slaughter never ends!"
Sacred Beast White Tiger snarled through clenched teeth, his face twisted with fury.
As soon as he finished speaking,
the Primordial World shook. Boundless killing intent surged from the far west, carrying immeasurable World Origin and the essence of the Earth Veins. Sacred Beast White Tiger frantically swallowed it all.
Having guarded the far western lands for countless eons, he had naturally laid claim to the Primordial World's origin.
He had simply never mentioned it to anyone!
Even Demon Ancestor Luohu didn't know Sacred Beast White Tiger had such a trump card.
"How dare you?"
Old Ancestor Cangtian was