Word of the Primordial World's existence had already begun spreading like wildfire outside.
Inside the Arena World, Tongtian's face had turned livid. He began calculating how to kill this fellow in a single blow. He absolutely could not let him leave alive!
Gritting his teeth, Tongtian struggled to his feet, feigning weakness and helplessness.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!"
"A petty wretch who doesn't even dare give his name isn't worth my notice!"
Seeing Tongtian clearly struggling to keep himself going, Shoutuo had long since ceased to take him seriously. Even with his cultivation unsealed, Tongtian had been no match for him, let alone in this pathetic state!
Shoutuo smiled coldly. A ring of obscure, intricate runes hovered around him, seemingly containing terrifying power!
"Still talking tough? Over these past few centuries, I've investigated your origins thoroughly!"
"What sort of person could emerge out of nowhere as a peerless genius, ascending from the Fourth Heaven of the Dao-Unification Realm to the Fifth Heaven of the Primordial Chaos Realm in a mere five hundred years?"
"What gave you the courage to exchange blows with a Dao Palace Realm God Realm Gatekeeper as soon as you entered the Primordial Chaos Realm, undaunted even by a hundred brushes with death?"
"Throughout the entire Shiva Holy Land, no one but you yourself understands you better than I do!"
As Shoutuo spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and unleashed a rune, directly commanding the laws of heaven and earth to hurl Tongtian away!
Rumble!
Caught completely off guard, Tongtian was flung away by the blow. He smashed through a mountain peak and was buried beneath the rubble!
Among the cultivators watching outside the Arena World, some rejoiced at the sight, while others worried.
In the five hundred years since Tongtian had fought