Zhou Xuan looked at the divine throne.
"It knows everything about me. It even possesses half my memories and the aura of my authority," the Divine Lord continued. "Once it absorbs enough chaotic malice, it will turn on my Divine Core and overthrow the entire Divine Court. It is the only malignant tumor capable of destroying my foundations."
"So you don't dare enter the fray." The corner of Zhou Xuan's mouth twitched. "You're afraid touching it will stain you black again."
The Divine Lord did not deny it.
"You want the coordinates of the Heavenly Strategy World. You want that key." The Divine Lord looked down at Zhou Xuan. "But it is suspicious to the extreme. It knows everything you just did outside the Divine Temple. Unless you can leave this void, it will never trust you."
Zhou Xuan stopped smiling, his gaze darkening.
"To make a mad dog trust you," Zhou Xuan said, taking a step forward, "you first have to show it how badly its master has been bitten."
The moment the words left his mouth, Zhou Xuan moved.
There was no warning, no gathering of strength. The black-gold Dao Fruit inside Zhou Xuan began to turn. He drew out the power of order in his left arm and the chaotic malice in his right simultaneously, crashing them together in his chest.
His meridians ruptured inch by inch. Blood poured from all seven orifices.
Zhou Xuan ignored it. Using the force of the two powers colliding, he hurled the dull gray saber in his hand.
The blade cleaved through the white space. Turbulent currents of law churned in its wake.
It shot straight toward the divine throne ahead.
Zhou Xuan poured all the power he had just fused into it: creation, destruction, slaughter, the half-formed order law he