"It's time for me to die?" Yuan spoke with a smile on his face. "Who are you to decide when I die?"
"Chief of the White Hell Barbarian Tribe, a seventh-level God Ascension cultivator, that's who I am," Chief Mu calmly responded, her aura continuously increasing with every passing moment.
"Then allow me to apologize in advance, since I will be disappointing you."
"Arrogant even in the last few moments of your life, huh?" Chief Mu sneered.
"And you continue to underestimate me even after all this time? That will be your downfall."
"Enough talking. You can die now."
Chief Mu's aura abruptly stilled for a heartbeat before erupting outward like a nuke. In the same instant, she shot forward like a meteor, her voice ringing out, "Shiva's Glacial Sunder!"
Yuan's smile vanished, replaced by a grave expression as his aura shifted, becoming something entirely otherworldly.
"Ahhh… It's truly him…" Granny Mu fell to her knees after sensing this otherworldly aura coming from Yuan.
