Qi Yun hovered quietly in the void. The churning aura of slaughter and the destructive Sword Intent surrounding him receded like a tide, and his eyes—which had transformed into an ocean of iridescent colors—returned to their profound calmness.
His gaze fell upon the black-robed Daoist before him, whose aura remained perfectly intact. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, his voice flat and devoid of emotion, "It seems... you have a lot you want to say to me."
Hearing this, Grandmaster Kunpeng of the Demon Race deepened the genial smile on his face.
He didn't say any more. Instead, he simply gave his large sleeve a gentle wave at the surrounding Broken void, which had just endured the ravages of two supreme killing arrays and still retained the Dao Rhyme of destruction, creation, and annihilation.
WHOOSH.
An unfathomable, invisible fluctuation rippled outward, carrying the power to fold space and smooth over time.
