"Back in the day..." Xue An suddenly spoke, his voice cold as ice, without a hint of emotion.
"When I first embarked on the path of cultivation, I once encountered an enemy who was, at the time, deemed unbeatable for me."
As he spoke, Xue An reached into his own chest with his hand.
Despite the torn flesh and flowing blood, his expression did not change in the slightest.
"This person once proclaimed that I would die without a burial place. At that time, no one thought I could survive, because with my strength back then, his words were as if they were a verdict, directly pronouncing my death sentence."
These words echoed in the air above the battlefield, and Eastern Emperor Taiyi's expression changed slightly, but he sneered without a word.
Crack!
With the crisp sound of a bone breaking, Xue An broke a rib from his chest without changing his face and slowly pulled it out of his body.
The white rib traversed through the blood, giving off a strangely brutal beauty.
