"Then it's settled... I don't have much time left to stay on the Western Heaven Continent... Without me holding down that continent in the Evil Clan territory, the Outer Evil Clan could reclaim it at any time... It's about time to say goodbye.
"Before that, though... there are still some things that have offended the Soul Hall which need to be cleared away... If we don't leave the world with a deep enough impression, even all sorts of insignificant ants will dare to bark at us..."
Hun Tiandi's unusually bright eyes darkened, undisguised killing intent flashing through them.
He slowly raised his right hand, and a stream of black air coiled within his palm. It howled like the wind, making one's very soul tremble at the sound.
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth erupted into turmoil, forming a vast vortex as endless spiritual energy gathered toward his palm, leaving Mu Chen utterly alarmed.
He could not imagine just how terrifying the power gathered within that swirling current of air in Hun Tiandi's palm was.
The spiritual energy for an unknown radius of miles was drained dry. After a moment, Hun Tiandi ceased drawing in spiritual energy and pressed his hand forward.
The space ahead shattered inch by inch. A black palm imprint left his hand and vanished into the void, disappearing without a trace, its destination unknown.
Western Heaven Continent, Western Heaven Battle City.
Magnificent palaces stood in clusters atop the mountains. At the edge of an enormous White Jade Square stood an ordinary-looking man in black, his entire body radiating boundless battle intent as he gazed down below.
He was Ling Zhanzi, disciple of the Western Heaven Battle Emperor. The Western Heaven Battle Emperor had placed great hopes upon him, and he was one of the four