"Clang!"
The long sword on Demon Dragon Son's back remained sheathed.
Yet a thread of astonishing sword energy spread from him, effortlessly slicing apart the Samsara Death Seal as it fell like a black comet, scattering it across the heavens and earth.
"Mu Chen, though I'd very much like to fight you, now isn't the time."
Demon Dragon Son didn't press his advantage. He sighed with a hint of regret.
The ancient demon pillar, seemingly on the verge of shattering, was completely bathed in blood-red light. Through the formation beneath it, it endlessly absorbed the blood essence of the lives slain in the basin.
Its boundless, baleful aura was enough to turn rivers and mountains pale and transform the face of the world.
Back then, White Dragon Supreme had passed away in haste and hadn't been able to seal it completely.
Such a supreme fiendish weapon was far beyond the reach of a mere Heavenly Passage Realm cultivator like him.
It would take a great figure from the Dragon Demon Palace—a true Supreme—to handle it.
Mu Chen could be killed at any time, but the task assigned by the Palace Master had to be completed immediately.
His Highness the Heir was itching for a fight, a torrent of spiritual energy gathering above his head into a vast vortex.
"You won't get the chance."
Demon Dragon Son gave him a mysterious smile and crushed a black jade shard in his hand.
Boom!
As the mysterious jade shard was crushed, a terrifying pillar of light shot into the sky.
"Heh. So this is where White Dragon passed away?"
A mysterious black silhouette whose face was impossible to make out emerged from within the pillar of light with a soft laugh.
The instant he appeared, an indescribably vast pressure enveloped the world. It