It was precisely because the bodies of cultivators were brittle compared to their power that every single cultivator cherished their body greatly.

Yunqin Emperor wasn’t just an ordinary cultivator. Every strand of hair and every inch of his skin were more precious than any other Central Continent City cultivator’s. Normally, even if there was a slight cut, it would be a huge event that would shake up Yunqin, let alone today when half of his palm was directly sliced off by Lin Xi’s sword.

It was also only when this half palm separated from his body, when blood surged out along with soul force that this endlessly ambitious monarch who already hadn’t experienced physical pain for many, many years finally realized amidst the pain that everything he had, everything he relied on, was already all gone.

Under the thunder radiance descending from True Dragon Mountain, he was completely knocked down into an ordinary mortal, only able to fight like those cultivators in Central Continent City who looked like nothing more than ants in his eyes.

“Don’t tell me that this is my ending?”

The moment half of his palm left his body, he instead stopped his howling...