I could kill you ten thousand years ago, and I can still kill you now.
Blood Pupil tightened his grip on the long blade in his hand, a layer of baleful qi so dense it was nearly tangible swirling around him.
"Die."
"Today, you will die."
The two erupted into a great battle in the void.
In the past, it was exceedingly rare for the rulers of the great dynasties to clash; there had simply been no opportunity for it.
Because once dynasty rulers began fighting, it signified a war of extermination between two dynasties, with virtually no possibility of mediation.
Moreover, they had to guard against every possible danger. Who knew whether the other party's helpers might be lying in wait within the void?
But now, this place had become an opportunity for dynasty rulers to fight fairly—fair one-on-one combat, fair and just. If your skills fell short, then death was all there was to it.
The grudges accumulated over many years could finally be settled here.
"The effects of this pill are terrifying."
In a corner, Wang Dali slowly opened his eyes, a trace of shock flashing through them.
The pill's effects truly were terrifying.
After taking a single pill, his injuries had completely healed in less than half an hour.
Given the injuries he had suffered earlier, under normal circumstances, it would have taken several hundred years before they could even hope to heal.
Yet now, his wounds had healed so perfectly. It was simply unbelievable.
Once his injuries had healed, he raised his head and looked into the distance.
Blood Pupil was engaged in a life-and-death battle with Chu Lang.
But after only one glance, Wang Dali frowned slightly.
Blood Pupil had not improved in the slightest over the past ten thousand years. Wang Dali himself