Pei Xuanjing smiled without speaking, standing with his hands behind his back in the void, his robe fluttering in the wind. On his scholarly face, there was only calmness, without a trace of tension, even though he was now facing two unparalleled powerhouses, wielders of Time Laws and Space Laws.
Zhu Jiuyin Ancestor Witch also remained silent, merely raising his hand lightly. It seemed plain, yet was filled with infinite killing intent.
His palm struck down as though it was a galactic river spanning the firmament. Each section of the river surged violently, filled with the essence of time, seemingly intending to wear down the Pei Xuanjing before him.
Time Dao, the long river of time, the passage of years, erodes all power.
Pang Hong, seeing this, simply kept his eyes calm, gazing into the distance at this silver heavenly river that stretched across the sky. His figure remained motionless amidst the raging waves and sweeping winds, like a stabilizing force, standing tall and firm.
