The Death of the Sword Immortal

Chaos surged, and illusory scenes emerged one after another. Massive city walls appeared, each seeming as though it could reach straight to the sky dome, yet those walls were merely the defensive walls of a single city.

Imperial City appeared, suffused with the vicissitudes of time, and at the same time filled with a terrifying might that could overawe the heavenly firmament. So long as Imperial City suppressed that place, it would be invincible.

However, the Imperial City manifested within Chaos was constantly collapsing. Darkness surged, and endless Dark Creatures swept in carrying that darkness with them, devouring one ancient Imperial City after another. Darkness poured into the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, and endless beings wailed within it, then gradually underwent weird changes.

"You saw it, didn't you? This is the future. My Foreign Realm will break through Imperial Pass and invade the Three Thousand Dao Provinces."

Time King laughed loudly, his expression somewhat deranged.

On the other side, however, Sword Immortal's expression remained calm, without the slightest change.

The future?

Only a fool would believe that.

Right—since this was now the future... no, according to him, this future was the present, then didn't that mean the past was...

Time King was furious at Sword Immortal's calm gaze, because he felt the other man was looking down on him. He snapped coldly, "I don't need you to believe me. For now, you can wait here obediently. Wait for that day, when I lead the Foreign Realm army into the Three Thousand Dao Provinces. And at that time, crushing you to death will be as easy as crushing an ant."

Right now, he could not kill Sword Immortal. Let alone kill Sword Immortal—if he had not placed his primordial spirit and origin in the past ahead of time, he would have