Chen Kuang had once experienced that 'dominance' at the cost of his life, so there was no way he could mistake it.
On this shattered teleportation jade slip, a trace of Dao Rhyme left behind was precisely the mark of a 'Dao Domain' unfolded by a 'Martial Saint'.
But Mu Zhao had already left the Pinggu Battlefield!
Otherwise, the Grandmasters of various sects would never open the Pinggu Battlefield and send their young juniors inside a secret realm where a Saint was present.
They weren't fools and couldn't be unprepared for this; Mu Zhao's departure had to be confirmed.
'So there's only one possibility, the power of this 'Dao Domain' is the contingency Mu Zhao left behind before leaving...'
Chen Kuang's gaze turned icy, and he clasped his fingers, crushing the jade slip in his hand completely.
The dust scattered from his fingers, falling onto this battlefield and immediately being stained with blood.
