The golden sword was like a bolt of lightning, tearing through the endless skies. It tore apart the wildly destructive strength in its way.

It continued straight in…and couldn’t move any further.

Zhan Lingtian’s bright eyes then darkened. The dazzling sword in his hands began to slowly collapse.

The entirety of his source was integrated into this sword. There was no more strength left in him.

His field of vision flashed black. Like falling into an icy cave, a frosty chill penetrated through every pore of his body, leaving him feeling incomparably cold.

His entire body froze solid and his blood nearly came to a standstill. Even his thoughts slowed down.

Zhan Lingtian took a deep breath. As air entered his chest, all he felt was a deep stabbing pain as if he were inhaling glass. He stayed tall and straight, a solemn look in his eyes. He had to maintain this honorable appearance, watching as his opponent died with the utmost respect.

This was indeed the strongest person he had ever fought with in his life. No wonder His Majesty Emperor Zhou had ignited...