On Northern Boundary Peak, [Wind]'s eyes widened in horror. Standing at the outermost edge of the Enlightenment Fruit Tree, he watched helplessly as Jiang Qiu, who had been so close to claiming the Enlightenment Fruit, collapsed. A large pool of black, mud-like light dispersed from beneath Jiang Qiu's feet, and behind him, a man with a tranquil expression flicked the fresh red blood from his hand.
'That person...?'
'He's a Chosen One, too!'
[Wind] vaguely remembered seeing his face before, though he'd never paid close attention. Perhaps he had just happened to be in his line of sight during a fleeting glance.
His Realm wasn't even high—he had barely entered the Steel Bone Realm—yet he exuded an aura that completely defied his station. It was as if the phantom of a Demon Emperor was emerging from his very soul, suppressing everything in its vicinity.
