Just as Zhou Xuan prepared to disperse this abyss of laws and return to Central Province...
A sudden upheaval struck.
Deep within the Centurion's divine soul he had devoured, an exceedingly well-hidden Slave Mark suddenly blazed with golden light.
As though crossing endless dimensions of space and time, a majestic, ancient will devoid of all emotion descended with a thunderous crash, appearing directly in the depths of Zhou Xuan's mind.
"Who is it?"
"Who dares touch my slave?"
"And dares pry into a god's secrets?"
The voice carried crushing pressure and the supreme majesty to pass judgment on all things.
Any other living being would likely have had their divine soul shattered on the spot before this will.
Yet Zhou Xuan not only felt no fear—he laughed.
It was an utterly cold sneer, brimming with contempt and provocation.
He raised his head, his gaze piercing the endless void to meet the eyes of that will's master.
"What's yours belongs to me now."
Zhou Xuan's voice was calm, yet its arrogance made even that supreme will pause for an instant.
"Wash your neck and wait."
"I'll be coming to settle the score with you soon."
The instant those words fell, Zhou Xuan did not even wait for a reply.
The Three-Colored Laws of creation, destruction, and Slaughter instantly formed an immense energy restraint. With a thought, he made it contract savagely around the Slave Mark radiating golden light and the projection of the will attached to it.
"You dare!"
At last, a ripple passed through that ancient will, turning into furious rage.
Crack.
The energy restraint closed completely.
The projection of the will and the Slave Mark were crushed to pieces on the spot by Zhou Xuan's Three-Colored Laws.
Above the ruins of the Immortal-Burying Abyss.
Space rippled, and Zhou