Life and Death Threshold

Leaving the Gemstone Islands, Ye Chen and Murong Qingcheng headed south. Billions of miles away lay a place Battle King had once visited. This was one reason Ye Chen had come to the southern deep sea—he wanted to see whether it was truly as it had been in Battle King's memories.

Over the course of one night, Murong Qingcheng had already branded the Purple Flame Demonlight Gauntlets with her own soul imprint. Now, wearing the gauntlets, she played with purple flames. These purple flames were a power inherent to the gauntlets and possessed extremely potent corrosive properties.

As the purple flames receded, a ring of faint black patterns of light emerged along the gauntlets' edges. This was a darkness halo formed from darkness power. It provided an enormous boost to martial artists whose internal energy leaned toward darkness. As for exactly how great that boost was, it would have to be determined through battle.

More than a thousand miles behind them, a gleaming black streak cut across the sky and gave chase at an astonishing speed. Its velocity was beyond even wind-like swiftness and lightning-like speed.

"What belongs to me will inevitably be mine."

Within the black streak, Obsidian King's eyes were icy and utterly devoid of emotion. With a whoosh, his speed increased once more. The black radiance flickered faintly, bouncing like stars.

"He's here!"

Ye Chen sensed the powerful aura rapidly approaching from behind.

Turning around, Ye Chen and Murong Qingcheng stood side by side.

Whoosh!

In a flash of black light, Obsidian King appeared ten miles before them.

"You have some nerve. You actually didn't raise your speed to its limit." Obsidian King was somewhat surprised. The speeds of Half-Step Kings generally did not differ by much. Though he had been confident he could catch Ye Chen