Mingzhou clutched his neck as blood poured out, his figure retreating at breakneck speed.
He was an Immortal King, after all. Even after his head was severed, he could swiftly reattach it. His King Body was undying, and its Life Force was terrifyingly strong.
But while being beheaded had done little lasting harm and would not kill him, the humiliation was off the charts.
Everyone watching was stunned: the emperors of Shrouding the Heavens, the members of the Chat Group, and even the peerless powerhouses drawn by the battle.
"Immortal King Mingzhou actually had his head cut off!"
A nearby Quasi-Immortal King, drawn by the battle, arrived just in time to witness the horrifying sight.
Mingzhou was renowned throughout the surrounding regions. An Immortal King stood at the peak wherever he went in the Boundary Sea.
Meng Chuan had not escaped unscathed either. Mingzhou had nearly pierced his heart, and only a narrow dodge had spared him that blow.
At their level, nothing short of the complete destruction of the Primordial Spirit was fatal. But injuries could still take their toll.
Meng Chuan and Mingzhou stared at each other, ruthless killing intent in both their eyes. Things had reached a point where words were useless. Only one of their lives could settle this.
The difference was that both believed victory was theirs. Mingzhou trusted in his true Immortal King body, which could endure ten thousand calamities without perishing.
Meng Chuan, on the other hand, simply would not die!
Even if he were killed now, he could return at once!
That was the appeal of different worlds and their systems of power.
Their battle raged. Eternal Immortal Light burst apart, and the mist of the Great Dao billowed thickly. The spectacle was staggering.
They fought with abandon, shattering countless desolate great