The vast void fell utterly silent.
The Asura Clan Chief stood in the air tens of thousands of miles away, his body trembling slightly, the demonic aura around him scattered and disordered. Not a trace remained of his imposing bearing as an overlord of the God Realm.
That momentary threat of banishment had utterly shattered all the pride and conceit in his heart.
He knew perfectly well that Shiheng and Oakes's combined killing move had been no fluke.
Dragon Roar locked down the Divine Soul and distorted the flow of time, while spatial rifts created a death trap. The two had mastered this countermeasure designed specifically for Paragons.
Only by exhausting the foundation of hundreds of millions of years of cultivation and burning his Divine Power had he barely snatched his life back from the brink of death.
But if it happened again, he would have no second stroke of luck. He would certainly die, or be sealed forever within endless spatial turbulence.
Before life and death, everything else was meaningless.
His clan's foundations, a million years of resources, an Asura's dignity, future power and status... before eternal imprisonment and the destruction of his Divine Soul, none of it was worth a thing!
The Asura Clan Chief drew a deep breath of the cold, turbid air of the void and finally lowered the head he had never bowed to anyone throughout hundreds of millions of years in the God Realm. His face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with terror and surrender, as he cried out uncontrollably:
"Stop! I agree! Both conditions-I agree to them all!"
Shiheng hovered high in the sky. The torrents of the Four Laws slowly withdrew into his body, and most of the fierce, overbearing killing pressure around him gradually faded.
His gaze was cool and