Knowing Fate Did Not Wish to Leave Any More Regrets in This Life

On Wild Goose Plain, Marquis of Knowing Fate appeared. His plain white robes were immaculate, his black hair fluttering wildly in the wind.

With one move, he separated the two. Ning Chen turned back, looked at the master of Purple Heaven Palace before him, and said calmly, "Purple Heaven Palace, you dared steal the origin of the Divine Continent I protected. Today, repay it with your life."

"Arrogant!"

Purple Heaven Palace's expression turned cold. He stamped his foot, his figure flashing forward as he struck with a palm.

Ning Chen raised a hand without dodging or evading, meeting the attack head-on with a resounding palm strike.

The two palms collided, their cultivation directly clashing. Vast currents of air surged wildly, instantly destroying a hundred miles of land.

With a thunderous blast, the two separated. Purple Heaven Palace staggered back several steps. The master of the divine palace, standing at the pinnacle of supremacy, was unexpectedly unable to gain the upper hand.

In swordsmanship, Marquis of Knowing Fate stood at the peak, but he was not alone. Yet in terms of foundation, Marquis of Knowing Fate was Peerless Under Heaven from ancient times until now.

As the palm strike ended, the demonic body behind the white-robed figure was shaken by the turbulent currents. He stumbled, coughing up another mouthful of blood.

Ning Chen turned around, his brow faintly furrowing. "Rest for now."

The demonic body nodded wearily and stepped forward. Amid flashing light, the two bodies merged into one again.

"Save the White Flood Dragon."

Having spoken his final instruction, the demonic body gradually fell asleep to recover his injured cultivation.

As the demonic body returned, memories surged over him like a tide. Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart sank. This was bad.

Time was urgent; there was no