"Bastard! You little king—"
"The great king can go to hell."
Shen Ye abruptly withdrew his long blade, opened the gate, and lifted it high.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The intense aftershock of the final showdown surged in, plunging into the gate, striking the golden seed.
"You little—bastard!"
The golden seed roared.
It emitted a burst of golden light, exerting all its strength to resist the impact of the showdown.
A breath.
Two breaths.
The aftershock dissipated.
In the sky.
The two began to circle again, preparing for the next attack.
Shen Ye reacted swiftly, directly dissolving the gate.
The golden seed didn't even have a chance to deal with him before disappearing into the dark void.
In the darkness.
Only a few lines of glowing small text remained motionless:
"The opponent attempted three hundred and seven sealing techniques, trying to completely seal your gate power."
"Your gate power is one of the Four Saints, the creator of the infinite void."
