Amid the ruins, two figures stood facing each other.
Ye Yu stood atop the rubble, his body covered in gruesome wounds, several of them deep enough to expose bone.
Crack...
With a shattering sound, the Purple Firmament Sword in Ye Yu's hand broke into two. His body swayed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before staggering back several steps. Leaning against a boulder, he barely managed to steady himself.
For a time, not the slightest ripple of spiritual power remained around him.
Ye Chengjun, on the other hand, was in much better condition. The golden battle armor that had once gleamed over his body was now more than half shattered. His face was pale, and the aura around him had weakened considerably.
Ye Chengjun looked at his palm, which had been shaken open with cracks, then raised his eyes and gave Ye Yu a long, deep look.
Just now, he had felt it—the Fate Lock had been activated. That power had protected him. Otherwise, his fate would have been far more miserable than this; at the very least, he would not have fared any better than Ye Yu.
Since his birth, this was the first time Ye Chengjun had suffered such a great loss. Even the power of fate had been triggered.
Ye Yu could not be allowed to live!
With that thought, Ye Chengjun looked at Ye Yu, who was leaning against the stone, and slowly walked toward him.
As Ye Yu watched Ye Chengjun approach step by step, his gaze narrowed. An invisible ripple spread out from beneath his feet as he stared fixedly at Ye Chengjun's advancing figure.
Ye Chengjun did not notice that, more than thirty meters ahead of him, three inconspicuous bronze fragments lay amid the rubble, waiting only for him to draw