"No!"
Black Robe Sovereign's eyes bulged wide, bloodshot veins crawling across them. He tried to mobilize the power within his body, but at this moment, he seemed to have become nothing more than a mortal of flesh and blood.
From a lofty Sovereign to an ordinary man too weak to truss a chicken in the blink of an eye—the crushing sense of disparity nearly drove him to despair.
All manner of mortal lives unfolded around him. Every commoner held an Azure Marsh Divine Sword, their eyes filled with indifference as they pierced through Black Robe Sovereign's body one after another.
The Azure Marsh Divine Swords passed through his body, again and again!
Who knew how long had passed before the mortal world before Black Robe Sovereign's eyes shattered, and the scene of reality emerged before him once more.
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. His vision shifted from blurry to clear, and as he looked around, a trace of bewilderment appeared in his eyes.
His power had already returned to his body, and the power of rules belonging to a Sovereign remained. Yet within that dreamlike mortal world, it had seemed as though tens of thousands of years had passed.
His original power had returned in an instant, but Black Robe Sovereign could not adapt to it for the moment. He still believed himself to be a mere mortal.
"Cough, cough..."
Black Robe Sovereign coughed up blood. Coming back to his senses, he discovered that an azure blade had pierced through his chest, blood seeping out and dyeing his robes red.
"Die!" Long Xingtian charged over at that moment. Emerald dragon claws blotted out the sky and sun, ripples spreading outward in rings.
Cracks had appeared across his body from forcibly drawing upon even more power of rules.