Immortal?
Truly an Immortal?
Or an expert whose power is not inferior to a Heavenly Immortal, ambushing and attacking a group of ants with less power than immortals...
What about the rules?
The restrictions set by the Heavenly Dao?
Why...
Are they not afraid of provoking a mortal world war?
Master Bao Yan's wisp of residual soul hopelessly floats in the void.
His consciousness is rapidly fading, now only his upper body and head can maintain thought, his Primordial Spirit already riddled with holes, this was the destructive wound caused by being grazed by an immortal's light.
In the distance, Wang Jixuan, hands behind his back, steps on a flying sword, slowly drifting to Master Bao Yan's remaining body.
"You... you..."
Master Bao Yan trembles as he speaks:
"You broke the rules... Wang Zheng..."
"Rules? The Heavenly Dao directly chased a little cultivator like me, and you still talk about rules."
Master Wang's expression is neither sad nor happy.
He truly feels nothing.
