Azure stained the eaves, clouds drifted like torn scraps of silk. At one end of the long street, King Qinguang, in a Divine Presence body, pressed toward a formidable True Insight foe, each step stamping its mark upon the street.
His long hair lashed wildly like mad snakes, while barren grass had already sprouted in his sinister green eyes.
Such dreadful power could lay hearts waste, make decay arise of its own accord, and leave the will to die forever alive.
Everyone King Qinguang killed had committed suicide!
Yet Sun Yin remained unmoved. He stood quietly in the middle of the street, one palm held across it, dividing out a separate heaven.
Fan Wushu, who represented the future of Li Kingdom, had rushed all the way here. Swept by the aftershocks of that violent power, he swayed atop the roofline by the street.
At the far end of the long street, King Biancheng still had Chu Xu pinned in the crater. His body seemed cast from iron, utterly motionless.
He merely said coldly, "This is none of your business. Don't come here to die."
It was unclear whom he was speaking to, but Fan Wushu took it as meant for himself.
"You all are fighting in my nation's capital. How can I shut my eyes and stop my ears, pretending nothing has happened? I have come to watch this battle today. Even if I die, I must see just what manner of gods you all are!"
With a sweep of his sleeve, though his body swayed, he still cut a dashing figure. "Please, continue!"
At this time, there were no stray figures left on the long street. The pedestrians who had scattered in every direction were already gone.
On this long street in Yining City, the capital of Li Kingdom,