"You still had a bit of humor in you, it seemed."
A casual voice sounded behind Qin Mingshen.
Qin Mingshen's pupils suddenly constricted as he turned around in disbelief.
At the line where sea met sky, a figure in a black-and-gold trench coat stood quietly like an abyss, untouched by dust, as though he were the sole ruler between heaven and earth.
Deep within his pupils, the phantom image of an ash-white balance scale flickered in and out of sight.
Qin Mingshen's eyes trembled violently. He gritted his teeth and tried to draw his sword for another strike, divine radiance surging from the violet giant.
But with that movement, it was as if a domino had been pushed over, triggering a chain of reactions.
Crack!
A faint cracking sound came from the violet giant's surface.
Qin Mingshen froze. He stiffly lowered his head and saw that, at some unknown point, a deathly gray glow had appeared over his chest.
Under the erosion of that gray light, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the violet giant's chest—a body that had once been indestructible and could even battle a divine phantom!
At that moment, he saw death.
And at that moment, he lowered the sword in his hand.
Bitterness and desolation rose in his heart.
"I always thought... I stood at the pinnacle.
Turns out... I was only a frog at the bottom of a well..."
The gray light surged like a tide, instantly sweeping across Qin Mingshen's entire body.
That towering violet giant shattered inch by inch beneath the gray light.
Boom—!!
Purple fragments rained from the sky like falling stars, streaks of light scattering in all directions as glittering motes flew about, like a shattered galaxy.
Amid the purple shards and flowing radiance, Qin Mingshen, the strongest of this era, crashed down