"An ant of the current world. So weak it cannot stand the wind. This old man can annihilate him with a casual wave of a hand."
"Today, this old man's soul descended to the world precisely to cleanse the sect."
"You, must die!"
Feeling the solemn killing intent radiating from the Evergreat Sword Ancestor, Arcan's entire body trembled.
He unleashed the strongest evasion technique of his life. Using all his strength wanting to escape and survive.
But the Evergreat Sword Ancestor did not grab him back through the void like before. Instead, he cupped his hands as if holding a ball. Narrowed his eyes. Let out a stern, thundering shout.
"Vault of Divine Mirror!"
Spiritual energy flowed and flashed. Transforming into a radiantly brilliant small mirror that appeared in his palm.
The mirror's surface refracted golden light. Shining upon Arcan's body.
Arcan had been desperately fleeing. But the moment the beam of light shot over him, he was instantly nailed dead in place.
