High above the Heavenly Dome, the Combat Saint King reappeared.
He stood tall in the sky, his hands clasped behind him, his thick long hair flowing freely, with eyes like the Heavenly Sword, radiating golden brilliance, and before him appeared the four Great Holy Spirits such as the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise, which were akin to the creation of Heaven and Earth, divine and sacred, framing him like an Ancient Emperor of Mythical Era, transcendent and otherworldly.
"Everything is finally coming to an end."
The Combat Saint King, gazing upon the Heavenly Eagle King on the battlefield, spoke so calmly, each pore oozing strands of essence-light, wrapped in Dao Trace, impeccable and unharmed.
"What!?"
At the sight of this, everyone was taken aback, and more than ninety percent had not yet come to terms with it.
Wasn't the Combat Saint King slain by the Heavenly Eagle King? Why then did he appear there, unscathed and untouched?
