Mr. Duan was the first to be affected.

He was enveloped by the aftershocks of the thunder, with purple lightning dancing around him.

But he didn't care at all.

His hands were in his trench coat pockets, and his expression was calm.

"Don't rush."

Mr. Duan said, "To deal with the will of Heaven, we must first let it vent its temper before we can find its core."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The purple thunder dragon, tens of thousands of meters long, had already opened its abyssal maw, carrying the power of /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ the law to annihilate everything, and was fiercely devouring Mr. Duan!

At this critical moment.

Mr. Duan finally moved.

His hands were empty.

He pulled his right hand out of his trench coat pocket.

Then, he gently snapped his fingers at the earth-shattering purple thunder dragon.

"Smack."

A crisp snap of fingers drowned out the thunderous roar.

The next second.

A high-dimensional law fluctuation, completely outside this world and above all rules, erupted centered on Mr. Duan's finger!

Time stands still.

Mr. Duan parted his thin lips slightly and uttered four words.

In an instant!

The thunder dragon, which was less than a hundred meters away from him and carried supreme heavenly might, actually stopped in mid-air!

Not just the Thunder Dragon.

The surrounding area was filled with swirling blood-red clouds, falling rocks, and even howling winds...

At this moment, everything stands still!

Everything froze!

Andrew, who was watching from a distance, stood frozen in place.

This is no longer the power of a professional!

This is a power that only gods possess!

"Space, cut."

Mr. Duan did not stop. He raised his hand and brought it together to form a knife. He then made a light, sweeping cut at the frozen purple thunder dragon.

"Snap!"

The sky was completely still.

The indestructible thunder dragon, representing the will of Heaven, had its massive body sliced ​​into dozens of pieces in the blink of an eye with this single stroke!

The space at the fracture point is filled with darkness and nothingness!

However, the will of Heaven is the foundation for maintaining the operation of this world, so how could it be so easily erased?

It paused for less than a second!

"Bang!"

An even more violent purple light erupted from the Thunder Dragon's body, which had been cut into dozens of pieces!

It forcibly broke free from the shackles of time and space, its broken body reassembled, and with endless rage, it pounced on Mr. Duan!

This time, the power of the Thunder has increased exponentially!

Mr. Duan frowned.

Facing the purple dragon breath that was already within reach, he formed a strange hand seal with one hand.

A black shield, compressed from the laws of space, stood in front of him.

"Bang!!!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The lightning and the shield collided with a deafening roar!

This is the most primal struggle between the transcendent and the will of Heaven!

There are no fancy techniques, only the most extreme energy consumption!

The black spatial shield rippled violently under the attack of lightning, peeling off layer by layer, repairing, and peeling off again!

Mr. Duan's originally composed figure began to slide backward uncontrollably under this terrifying impact.

The void beneath his feet crumbled inch by inch!

"Blood Ancestor! Now!"

Mr. Duan suddenly shouted, "Lend me all your source power! Hold up against its law suppression!"

The Blood Ancestor, who had been scorched and battered by the Heavenly Dao, realized that he had reached a critical juncture of life and death.

"Let's give it our all!"

With a roar of unwilling anger, a pillar of blood suddenly rose into the sky from the bottom of Falling Star Valley!

This pillar of blood condensed the life essence accumulated by the Blood Ancestor over countless years. Instead of attacking the Thunder Dragon, it was directly poured into Mr. Duan's body!

With the support of this vast source, Mr. Duan's eyes shone brightly!

"Disperse!"

Mr. Duan stepped out amidst the purple lightning!

He actually gave up on defense, letting the violent lightning strike his shoulders and chest.

His right hand plunged deep into the center of the purple thunder dragon's forehead!

Squeeze your palm tightly!

The higher-dimensional law of annihilation detonated directly at the core of the Heavenly Thunder!

"Boom—!!!"

Accompanied by a mournful cry that seemed to echo with the collapse of the heavens and the cave in.

That arrogant purple thunder dragon began to crumble inch by inch, starting from its brow!

The purple lightning that filled the sky transformed into countless free-floating energies, scattering wildly in all directions.

The tribulation clouds that had been looming over Falling Star Valley for two full days were finally shattered by a devastating counterattack!

Sunlight pierced through the cracks in the clouds and shone once more on this ravaged land.

The divine might has receded.

In mid-air.

Mr. Duan stood quietly in place.

His top hat was nowhere to be seen, and his elegant black trench coat was tattered, revealing his dark skin underneath.

"Huff... huff..."

Mr. Duan's chest heaved violently, and his face was pale.

He looked at his right hand, which was still trembling slightly and covered with fine cracks, and gave a bitter smile.

Although the transcendent one broke free from the shackles, he still paid a heavy price for directly confronting the will of Heaven of an entire realm.

It was at this moment.

At the bottom of the Fallen Star Valley abyss, the thin, dark red blood cloud finally dissipated completely.

Immediately afterwards, a tall, thin male figure emerged step by step from the chaotic ruins.

With each step he took, the pebbles and soil beneath his feet would lose their vitality and turn into grayish-white powder.

The man was two meters tall, with a slender build like a bamboo pole. He wore a tattered set of ancient noble attire, and his skin was deathly pale, as if it had never seen the sun.

He opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of scarlet eyes.

Its scarlet eyes darted around, staring at the living creature in front of it.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The man laughed loudly, his voice shrill and grating.

"Finally... finally out!"

He opened his arms and breathed in the outside air, even though the destructive aura of purple lightning still lingered in it.

"part!"

The man looked at the disheveled figure in mid-air, then flashed to appear beside Mr. Duan.

He reached out and put his arm around Mr. Duan's shoulder, patting him hard.

"Well done! I knew you wouldn't let me down!"

Blood Ancestor grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"That damned Heavenly Dao! It turned me into this grotesque mess!"

He looked down at his thin, bony hands: "My vital energy is severely depleted! I need blood! Lots of blood!"

"At least a million lives! I'll use their blood and flesh to fill my thirst! Hahahaha!"

The Blood Ancestor's voice grew louder and louder.

"Once I regain my strength and see the light of day again, I will make this world remember the days when I ruled!"

With that, he released his grip on Mr. Duan's hand and prepared to leave.

"Alright, enough chit-chat, I'm off!"

"I'll be right back!"

Blood Ancestor laughed loudly, his body began to become illusory, transforming into a swirling cloud of blood-red mist, preparing to disappear from the spot to find his first feast.

However, just as he was about to transform into a blood cloud and merge into the void.

"Um?"

Blood Ancestor's body stiffened.

The blood cloud that was about to dissipate unexpectedly reformed itself, transforming back into his tall and thin human form.

My body is unable to move.

Let alone turning into a blood cloud, even raising a single finger became incredibly difficult.

An invisible force of law pressed down, pinning him to the spot.

"W-what happened?"

The smile on Blood Ancestor's face vanished.

He tried to mobilize the primal power within his body, but found that those powers were unresponsive.

His eyes widened.

Turning his head, his scarlet eyes fixed on the only person beside him.

"part!"

Blood Ancestor's voice turned shrill: "What the hell are you doing?!"

Mr. Duan did not answer immediately.

He took out a clean white silk handkerchief from the inside pocket of the tattered trench coat.

Then, under the gaze of the Blood Ancestor, he carefully wiped the area on his shoulder where the Blood Ancestor had just put his arm around him.

He was wiping his clothes.

He wiped very carefully and vigorously, leaving no corner untouched.

He didn't throw the handkerchief away until he had wiped the piece of cloth off his shoulder completely clean.

The handkerchief turned to ashes in mid-air.

After doing all this, Mr. Duan raised his head and met the gaze of the Blood Ancestor.

He wore a polite but distant smile.

"Excuse me."

Mr. Duan spoke.

"I'm going to disappoint you."