The Fusang Holy Maiden looked toward the throne.
At some point, the Great Sun Sword Heir had disappeared.
She did not know whether he had just vanished or had left long ago, leaving only a courtesy avatar behind. Now that the avatar had lost the support of his soul's processing power, it had vanished too.
"I wish Your Majesty"
"a victorious return."
The Fusang Holy Maiden offered her blessing in silence.
He was the man she had chosen, a sword cultivator fated to fight without end for the rest of his life. That was his life, and it would never change for anyone or any reason.
There was no need to worry about what defeat would bring.
If he died on the battlefield, she would die at the same time. There would be nothing more to worry about.
Soulflame Divine Heir, who had hidden himself and was fleeing in desperation, went rigid.
Not far away, a young man in azure robes with a long sword at his waist walked toward him, his expression placid as he pondered something.
All Soulflame Divine Heir's smugness and lofty ambition from defeating powerful foes again and again vanished. He felt as though he had fallen into an icy abyss.
Threads of cold seeped into his bones, crept up his spine, and poured into his soul and the core of his divine path. He could not stop trembling.
A human sword cultivator. The Supreme Great Sun Sword Heir!
An eighth-step Sword Heir!
Even at his peak, Soulflame Divine Heir would have been no match for such a being. He could only have fled at the sight of him and prayed for a slim chance of survival. And now?
"Heh!"
"Heh, heh, heh, heh..."
Soulflame Divine Heir laughed like a man unhinged, then said in