Crack!
A crisp crack of bone rang out. Scarlet blood-light spilled into the River of Time, stirring up crystalline waves and throwing years and cause and effect into disarray.
The Scarlet King had bled.
"Your treasured body is nothing special either!" Qin Tian said unhurriedly.
In this clash, the Scarlet King had been injured, his physique no match for Qin Tian's.
This time, Qin Tian was no longer fighting by controlling a dead body. He was sweeping across the Myriad Heavens through his own foundations.
His strength extended to every aspect. His essence, qi, and spirit were all powerful, all flawless.
"A momentary setback, nothing more. Don't get arrogant!" the Scarlet King snorted.
"A moment? Or a lifetime! That remains to be seen!" Qin Tian chuckled, his eyes blazing, wanting to take him down here.
As the Foreign Realm's second-ranking model worker, the Scarlet King made an awful lot of appearances.
Every transmigrator who came to Perfect World had to take a swing at him.
After all, there were only so many seats on the Dao of showing off, only so many flashy lines. If you occupied one, that left one fewer for me.
Naturally, everyone scrambled to take the Scarlet King down.
As for who ranked first, did that even need asking? It had to be our king of flashy lines, An Lan!
He was another Dao Master of flashy lines, a target to be cracked down on severely. Once he was slain, all his flashy lines would belong solely to the Six Paths of Reincarnation Immortal King.
This ritual of reshaping time was equivalent to reenacting history. Once it succeeded, this would become the new history.
From then on, only the Six Paths of Reincarnation Immortal King would proclaim, "At the pinnacle of immortality, looking down upon the