In the pavilion, Qin Wudao slowly stood up, looking at the blood mist in the low sky, his expression somewhat complex.
Hongjun!
This strongest existence in all the heavens and worlds, and the first to break through to the rule domain, was like the ruler behind the scenes, controlling the evolution of the world and suppressing humanity for several eras.
"For these hundreds of years, I have always regarded you as the strongest opponent!"
Qin Wudao said softly.
"But this ancestor has always underestimated you!"
The blood mist dissipated, revealing Hongjun's soul, which was gradually fading but not entirely dispersed.
No matter what, he was still a rule domain martial artist; even if erased, he could still survive a long time with his consciousness.
Qin Wudao shook his head: "You did not underestimate me; it's just that you are used to being aloof!"
Aloof!
Hongjun smiled bitterly without refuting.
