A Severing the Dao cultivator fighting someone at the pinnacle of Quasi-Emperor.
Everyone thought Luo Yan had gone mad.
That was an insurmountable level, a battle with no hope of victory.
The gulf between them was too vast, like that between a mortal and a True Dragon. A single breath from the dragon could effortlessly annihilate the mortal.
"We're finished!" The Time Mirror sank into despair. Luo Yan's death would not matter, except that its own life was bound to his!
If Luo Yan died, everything it had fought so hard to obtain would turn to ash.
Its consciousness might be erased, and its grade would very likely fall back to what it had originally been.
"Transform into freedom, transform across eternity!" Luo Yan unleashed his strongest Emperor art right from the start.
The gulf between them was too vast to bridge.
Only the Self-Transforming Freedom Art could forcibly raise his combat strength.
"True Martial Dao, Gu Dao, come face the enemy!"
Another voice rang out.
A pair of fists shattered space.
Luo Yan's body grew tall and imposing, and the figure of a burly man sharpened from a blur into clarity.
"Martial arts?" Ye Tong was puzzled. The arts surrounding that man were clearly not those of a conventional cultivation path.
"There's actually still someone following the ancient Martial Dao? Wasn't that school supposed to have died out long ago?"
The Martial Dao was an ancient school of cultivation centered on martial practice. Its strongest practitioners could tread upon mountains and rivers, gather stars in their hands, and measure every stretch of land beneath heaven with their fists and feet.
Later, as cultivation paths proliferated, the Martial Dao gradually declined until it vanished without a trace.
"Aren't you all focusing on the wrong thing? Don't you find the cultivation