Xu Chengan seemed to have thought of something.
He looked dispirited, and the power shrouding the Scarlet Palace Imago gradually thinned.
The One-Horned Ghost Wyrm hovered in the sky, its twin wings beating gently, its slit-pupiled eyes fixed on Xu Chengan below.
"You've lost your will to fight."
Xu Yuan's voice came from the Ghost Flood Dragon.
"Because you were never going to live long. All of Ninefold Nether will stand against you. You're only a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. Without the Old Gods' support, if you try to seek the Truth beyond the darkness, the darkness will swallow you," Xu Chengan said.
"What if I succeed?" Xu Yuan asked.
Xu Chengan snorted and said,
"Go. I don't kill people who are already dead. That would insult my judgment. I'd like to see how you end up." Xu Yuan was somewhat surprised.
He hadn't expected
this madman to have moments when he wasn't mad.
Perhaps Xu Chengan's reason told him that Xu Yuan was right?
Then...
Should he kill Xu Chengan now?
With the power of a Longevity Immortal Species...
His task was the Peerless Hero Battle.
He had to finish this Competition and reduce the difficulty of the Path of the Blood Saint so he could better deal with the Dark Crown. He could not ruin his original plan just to fight someone.
He had to look
to the long term!
Xu Yuan made his decision. He withdrew his aura, put away the Ghost Flood Dragon's skin, and prepared to leave.
But then he noticed something.
On the ground,
the towering Scarlet Palace suddenly collapsed, and Xu Chengan's phantom vanished with it.
In the empty wilderness,
only Xu Chengan remained, standing motionless with his eyes closed.
An ominous presence became a breeze, silently spreading through the Void.
Behind him—
that