A Broken Body, Unbending Pride; Chaos Bestows Blood, a God King Humbles Himself to Win a Demon Insect!

The Heaven-Splitting Demon Mantis's body had once stood unrivaled, powerful enough to cleave the heavens.

Now it lay miserably collapsed in a pool of blood.

Its condition was wretched.

Of its twelve pairs of void wings, thin as cicada wings, only two or three ragged stumps remained on its back, trembling faintly in the chill wind.

Its indestructible emerald Heavenly Saber forelimbs had shattered inch by inch, leaving nothing but bare joints.

Its dark green demon blood had drained away, and the flame of its life flickered like a dying candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

Even so, its enormous head remained stubbornly raised.

Though the light in its compound eyes had dimmed, a fierce pride still burned within them—one that would break before it bent.

It watched the white-robed youth approach step by step, without a trace of fear, only the resignation and bitterness of defeat.

"The victor becomes king, the defeated becomes a bandit..."

"I lost..."

The Demon Mantis sent out faint fluctuations of divine sense. Its voice was hoarse, yet every word rang like steel.

"Do it, human."

"To die at the hands of a Chaos Physique, beneath such a breathtaking sword strike, would not disgrace the name of my Heaven-Splitting Clan."

It slowly closed its scarlet eyes.

It withdrew every trace of its aura and quietly awaited death.

Over its long life, it had seen countless creatures wag their tails and beg for mercy just to survive.

It had also seen countless mighty beings make spectacles of themselves in the face of death.

But it was different. It was a Primordial Variant, a born warrior.

Death in battle was its destiny, and its glory.

Ye Tian stood three feet before the Demon Mantis. The sword of light in his hand had