The winds howled, rustling Su Yi’s bloodstained robes.0

It was as if he didn’t even notice the severity of his wounds. He took out a jug of wine, raised it, and toasted the distant Yan Daolin.0

“I know you aren’t like the Tailor. I understand.” With that, Su Yi threw back his head and drank.1

Yan Daolin’s gaze shifted inscrutably. He couldn’t help but burst into laughter, as if incomparably gratified and emotional. “Having an enemy like you in my life was my good fortune!”4

With that, he attacked from afar. His entire body was like a sword as his cultivation, essence, qi, and spirit all caught ablaze.0

The crowd was stunned. They would never have guessed that Yan Daolin would burn his own life force and cultivation base, all to end things with the Temple Master!0

How terrifying would it be when a top-notch early-stage Nascent Divinity Transcendent self-destructed?0

Boom!0

The dome of heaven shook, and the skies split. The spectators felt a stinging pain in their eyes, and their hearts felt stifled. They watched in a daze as Yan Daolin seemingly transformed into a sword that slashed at the Human Realm from on high.0

However, Su Yi just let out a soft sigh. It was only when Yan Daolin’s attack drew near that...0