"Death sentence?" Xu Zimei shook his head and let out a cold laugh.
He replied, "With your current strength, I'm afraid you're not qualified to say that yet."
"Let your true form come and fight me instead."
"But for now, I'll first destroy your clone."
Xu Zimei slowly raised his right hand, and a galaxy swept across the void.
The rules of fate entwined countless meteors.
And these densely packed meteors constructed this galaxy.
As Xu Zimei's right hand descended, billions of meteors fell from the sky.
These meteors were not simply conjured or constructed by other forces.
They were a real meteor world condensed by Xu Zimei.
Each meteor represented a part of his True Fate, infused with the power of fate.
At this moment, it was as if the sky was collapsing.
The countless meteors came crashing down, engulfing everything in an instant.
To everyone, it seemed like the end of the world, with only the roaring galaxy before their eyes and in their ears.
