"Originally, I had no intention of moving against you. But since you insist on ruining my plans, don't blame me for disregarding old ties."
Yang's avatar looked coldly at Bukui Daoist.
Bukui Daoist stroked his beard and smiled. "It seems you still retain a trace of affectionate thought. There's no need to speak of such things. A wisp of remnant soul will, split off into another avatar—if Old Man cannot stop you, then I would have lived this life in vain."
As his words fell, the two figures vanished into the starry sky in an instant.
The next moment, the boundless depths of space exploded. A brilliant aurora spanning the entire Star Domain pierced through the darkness, its radiance illuminating the nine heavens.
"Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom!"
Without trace or form, the two ultimate Dao Marks separated and converged, shifting across tens of thousands of miles of starry river in the blink of an eye.
Divine light filled the sky, crisscrossing and colliding. Light spots suddenly thickened, streams of radiance tore through space, and Bukui Daoist and Yang's avatar moved at the absolute limit of speed.
The aftershocks of the two people's clash alone shattered the surrounding stars and collapsed the void, while black Spatial Rifts spread wildly.
"Senior Brother, should we do something?"
In a distant stretch of void, Ma Yi Shangren looked gravely toward that battlefield of destruction.
"This level of battle has already far surpassed the scope of what you and I can handle. What could we possibly do?"
Beside Ma Yi Shangren, a thin White-Haired Old Man slowly shook his head.
His clouded eyes were filled with shock.
"From the looks of it now, Bukui Brother's strength is more than several times greater than his Master's was back then. As expected of the most prodigious