A gentle breeze blew, transforming into wisps of tangible, grayish-blue currents.
Drifting within the currents were tiny specks of purple starlight.
These were the traces of Star Power dispersing into the air.
Lin Hui looked down from on high, his eyes fixed coldly on Emperor Lock below.
"It seems I'm not too late."
His hand rested lightly on the Ruyi Sword Hilt at his waist.
"Lin Hui... We chose not to deal with you, yet you dare to invade this place... It seems sparing you all these years was our mistake." Emperor Lock's voice was low as countless chains coiled back around his body.
Facing Lin Hui felt completely different from facing his previous opponents.
For one thing, that Sky-Splitting Sword attack moments ago had already reached the level of the Breaking Realm.
What truly shocked him was that this man wasn't even two hundred years old...
