The heavens and earth, darkness prevails!
This cosmic starry sky is entirely shrouded by the Elimination Method, leaving not a single extra ray of light. The Dari Swordsman has seized control over all the celestial forces. The longsword at his waist slowly unsheathes, and terrifying murderous intent blooms sequentially like a torrent, freezing an entire world.
In comparison, Wei Zicheng is so tiny, like a speck of dust.
The three sword scars on his chest are deep enough to show bone, cutting through his viscera, severely damaging his life. This is the price paid during the previous battle.
Death gradually becomes a reality.
"Haha..."
"Hahaha..."
Though Wei Zicheng is extremely small, extremely weak, he unexpectedly shows no fear and instead starts to laugh: "Great Sun fellow cultivator, how could a sword cultivator walking on the path of Supreme Forgetfulness have descendants and disciples?"
"The riches left by the Ancient Emperor are already abundant!"
