The old man suddenly spun around and charged toward the nearest crack. His voice came from far away, carrying an almost crazed hysteria.
"As long as we seize her and use her as leverage, Chu Tian and the Human Race experts won't be able to hide! They'll definitely deliver themselves to our door! Run! Quickly—"
His voice came to an abrupt halt.
A gray sword of light condensed in the void, stabbed into his back, and pierced out through his chest.
His figure stiffened in the void for a moment, then began to crumble from the wound, inch by inch, turning into nothingness.
Chu Yunshang withdrew her gaze and looked toward the Asura Race experts still fleeing in every direction.
Her lips moved slightly, and she uttered two words in a voice so soft that only she could hear it.
"Little brother."
On that face, which had remained expressionless from beginning to end even after countless slaughters, a faint change finally appeared at this moment. It was not fear, not anger, but an emotion that could not be clearly named or explained.
It was longing, it was concern, it was the bitter ache of something suppressed for long ages finally finding an outlet.
She remembered the little boy who still needed her protection back in the Sacred Heaven Sect, remembered the youth who had fought bloody battles all the way through the Hengtian Realm and had never retreated, remembered the Imperial Dynasty Crown Prince who had killed his way through the Four Great Domains in the Myriad Realms Ruins and forced the ten Ancient Emperors into silence.
Her little brother had already grown into a man who could shoulder the entire Human Race.
She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath.
When she opened her eyes again, the emotion