The man in front of him bearing the attacks, Xiao Ye was all too familiar with—he was precisely the Unrivaled Emperor who had torn open the void alongside him to arrive in the Three Thousand Great Realms.
The other was honored as the first existence in the history of the True Spirit Continent to independently proclaim himself emperor, and he had opened the prelude to Martial Arts—how dazzling had he once been?
But at this moment, he was dressed in a gray long robe, his body covered in wounds, his aura restrained, looking extremely ordinary, like a completely different person. If not for the identical face, Xiao Ye absolutely wouldn't have recognized him.
A once peerless Martial Arts genius had actually become like this. It was hard to imagine how much hardship the other must have gone through.
"Courting death!" Xiao Ye's figure flickered, and he directly charged toward that stretch of plain.
Boom!
