At a single imperious challenge, the battlefield, where cries of slaughter had shaken the heavens, suddenly fell silent. Only the heavy panting of both sides and the drip of blood striking the ground remained.
"Will you submit?"
The White Dragon Water Sword plunged into the ground with a clang. The plateau of the Sacred Domain cracked apart, countless mountains collapsed, and countless boulders tumbled. Molten earth erupted and seethed, as though even the curtain of heaven had fallen.
This was power infinitely close to Great Perfection, the very thing Mu Bai relied on in his wild ambition to control the Origin Realm. Once, he had been no more than a scholar yearning for fame and rank, but power had only swollen his ambition. In his endless pursuit of strength, he had lost his wife and become bloodthirsty.
"You finally came." A sudden voice emerged from the surrounding void. "Stop!"
At that single command, the earth and mountains stopped collapsing, and the pillars of molten fire stopped seething. Both armies fell into deathly silence. Mu Bai's brow tightened. He knew that he had come. The man who contended with him for his fate had come.
"Give me back my Ruohua, and I will spare your life."
Mu Bai slashed his sword, silently tearing an opening in the curtain of heaven. A young man in golden robes stepped out, a smile at the corner of his mouth. A dazzling golden sun behind him cast such brilliant rays that his face could not be clearly seen.
"You came too late. Not everyone will wait for you as stubbornly as I have." The golden-robed youth pointed a finger, shattering the space around Mu Bai and exposing endless black holes. "You are even weaker now than in your previous life, yet you still hope to