Azure Edge Continent, Western Continent.
Within a mountain range stretching as far as the eye could see, a young man in white stood covered in dust, looking utterly bedraggled. Yet his bright eyes gleamed as though sharp Sword Qi flickered within them.
"So this is what a Third-Level Universe is like?"
The young man murmured, seemingly confused.
Both his hands and feet were bound by black iron chains.
These chains could directly seal the origin power of any expert below Second-Dan Immortality. Unless one possessed combat strength nearing Third-Dan Immortality, they were impossible to break.
The young man had only just advanced to First-Dan Immortality. Faced with such sturdy chains, there was absolutely no way he could break free.
"Hurry up, you piece of trash! Why is carrying something so damn difficult for you?!"
A bearded middle-aged man barked at the young man. The whip in his hand lashed fiercely across the back of the youth in white. His already tattered robes instantly burst apart, along with the flesh on his back.
One hideous wound after another was exposed.
The young man stood there expressionlessly. Although thick blood poured from those gruesome wounds, his expression did not change in the slightest.
His sharp eyes stared fixedly at the middle-aged man.
That single gaze actually made the middle-aged man feel a chill of fear.
Then, embarrassed and enraged, the middle-aged man lashed out with his whip again.
Smack!
A crisp crack rang out. This time, the middle-aged man seemed to have put all his strength into the strike, snapping the whip clean in two.
The young man's flesh burst open even further, and amid the mangled blur of blood and flesh, stark white bones could vaguely be seen.
Yet even so, his expression remained utterly unchanged.
The young man was like