"He Wushuang, are you really so confident? Although you rank first among all these geniuses, with your strength, you couldn't possibly be her match. I advise you to look out for yourself!"
An Immortal King wreathed in black flames smiled. Looking at He Wushuang before him, he spoke with utter contempt.
"Is that so, old fool? Believe it or not, the sword in my hand can cut off your head. It's bad enough that you useless trash can't defeat a woman, yet you still stand here looking down on others. I'm truly ashamed to belong to the same race as you!"
His face full of arrogance, He Wushuang smiled and mocked the old fool before him without sparing his feelings at all. The atmosphere instantly turned awkward, and many Immortal Kings felt a murderous impulse as they looked at this young man.
But just then, an ancient figure slowly emerged at the very center of the altar.
"Let him go. Let him deal with that one."
When the Immortal Kings saw who had revealed himself, they all fell silent, not daring to speak. Only after the figure vanished did they come back to their senses. When they turned to look, they discovered that He Wushuang had already left with his sword.
At the border of Sin Province,
Ye Xingchen and Bear Child slowly arrived. Their eyes were full of wariness as they looked at the bones and the varied traces of battle along the way. This was especially true of Bear Child: the closer he came, the more he discovered an aura here resonating from afar with the Supreme Bone inside him.
Finding this utterly inconceivable, he glanced at the enormous city ahead and could not help shaking his head as he said:
"Brother Ye, is this the Primordial