The Little Stone Emperor felt some regret that he could not cross blades with more mighty figures from the past and future.
But that was all right. Another Emperor stood before him.
Of the Emperors he had encountered in his two battles across space-time, none had felt as unfathomable as the man before him.
Surely this final battle of his life would satisfy him.
It would let his curtain fall without a single regret.
After the curtain fell, the Myriad Heavens and Worlds would still ring with tales of him, his name praised for hundreds of millions of years.
Meng Chuan understood the look in the Little Stone Emperor's eyes and nodded gently.
"Come."
The Little Stone Emperor strode forward, and time itself froze.
In the eyes of the Seven Kings and Xiao Chen, Heaven and Earth turned hazy, the Myriad Daos erupted into chaos, and space-time twisted beyond perception.
All they sensed was a terrifying burst of light illuminating the Ten Thousand Worlds.
Boundless auras spread, churning the River of Time and shattering Laws.
It seemed like an instant, yet also like hundreds of millions of years. When Xiao Chen could see Heaven and Earth clearly again, Meng Chuan and the Little Stone Emperor stood where they had been, as if neither had moved.
But unlike before, the Little Stone Emperor's once-peak aura had waned. His arms hung limp, and several new wounds marked his body.
The Little Stone Emperor was about to die, partly because Heaven and Earth would not tolerate him, and partly because of those wounds.
Meng Chuan, meanwhile, remained untouched and otherworldly, as though he had not been the Little Stone Emperor's opponent at all.
The Seven Kings knew that was impossible. If the Little Stone Emperor had not fought this mysterious powerhouse, where had