The setting sun, the twilight is desolate, blood-red clouds are veiling the sky.
The Nine Poison Demon Monarch was finally slain by Ye Xuan.
More than two thousand years ago, a supreme powerhouse who once dominated this world has utterly fallen today.
Yet Ye Xuan, as if he hadn't experienced slaughter, shows no expression, his eyes devoid of any emotion, just coldly smiling bitterly.
"Hoo hoo hoo..."
In this moment, the light around Ye Xuan flowed, his terrifying Sword Power split the surrounding space, and his cold eyes held a hint of clarity as he gazed at the destroyed human city in the distance.
That city, turned into ruins by one strike from Ye Xuan's sword, caused the tragic deaths of millions, the rivers of blood stirring empathy in many.
"One day, I, Ye Xuan, will settle this blood debt. This mistake I made is colossal; after avenging and severing all ties, I will come here to face my punishment."
