Above the starry sky, a sea of golden clouds churned without end.
The Sun Holy Master's face stretched across ten thousand miles. His eyes were like two blazing suns suspended in the highest heavens, fixed on Jiang Yan below with aloof indifference:
"Junior, today I will give you a chance, and show His Excellency the True Dragon some courtesy."
"If you can survive one Divine Ability of mine, all your past offenses—slaying my palace's disciples and affronting the dignity of the Sun Holy Palace—can be wiped from the ledger. I will let bygones be bygones."
"The karma forged between us over this will also be settled in full. Not only will I spare your life, but no one in the Sun Holy Palace will ever trouble you over this matter again. What do you say?"
As a Human Supreme, the Sun Holy Master had long since comprehended the Great Sun Dao to its utmost limit. His cultivation was unfathomable, and he stood at the very pinnacle of the Human Race.
In his eyes, all those beneath the rank of Supreme were ants. Across all the heavens and myriad worlds, exceedingly few could survive a full-force strike from him.
Jiang Yan had yet to enter the Supreme realm.
He was certain to die!
The Sun Holy Master had only said those words to observe the formalities and give the True Dragon in the Yu Long Sect a graceful way out, lest he truly enrage that ancient ferocious creature and bring an immense calamity upon himself.
Yet from beginning to end, he had been utterly certain that Jiang Yan would die the moment he struck. There was not the slightest possibility of survival.
To kill Jiang Yan, a single Divine Ability would suffice. He would not need to strike twice.
Even though