The black-and-crimson sword light devoured everything.
For the first time, Yun Xuan's sword was suppressed.
Though the Emperor Art was powerful, she was ultimately only at the peak of the Fourth Epoch.
Yet Jian Chen's strike burned with the obsession of a hundred billion years, the despair of countless days and nights, and the roar of a man abandoned by the world against heaven and earth itself!
It could be said that Jian Chen at this moment had absolutely surpassed his former peak and reached a new extreme!
He was even just one step away from advancing further into the ultimate of evil!
Once he crossed that threshold, Jian Chen's future Emperor Path would open!
"Tell me! Where is justice?!"
Jian Chen's voice was like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, echoing endlessly through Chaos.
Yun Xuan gripped her sword tightly. White immortal radiance gathered wildly around her, while Emperor Art runes blazed fiercely, transforming into the purest light of justice to resist the overwhelming evil aura.
"Speak!!"
"Why aren't you speaking!!"
Jian Chen's voice grew increasingly crazed, and the black-and-crimson sword light became ever more violent.
"Your justice was bestowed by the Heavenly Dao! Your justice existed from the day you were born!"
"But my justice was seized back by my own hands, with the Ten-Thousand Souls Banner and the lives of an entire world!"
"What gives you the right to stand there and judge my evil with your lofty justice?!"
His questions rang in everyone's ears.
In the strong-eat-the-weak Cultivation World, such things were simply far too common!
Every sentence was real.
Every sentence was a bloody fact.
This world had never given Jian Chen any justice.
When he needed it most, justice was absent.
When he begged bitterly, justice looked on coldly.
When he fell into the