"Even if you possess the Death Replacement Scripture, what of it? This world will bury you, turning into your grave!"
Ye Fan's gaze was cold and sharp, his posture towering and awe-inspiring, his eyes deep and profound, each movement awe-inspiring.
He established the Ancient Heavenly Court in the Desolate Ancient Times, becoming a formidable figure.
In his speech, the battle spirit boiled, golden light radiated from his body like a sun hanging above the Soul River, illuminating eternity.
The eerie Quasi-Immortal Emperor, holding a rusty long knife, had a face as dark as water. With a swing of the knife, it slashed like a dragon, cutting through the sky, carrying endless decay and death, aiming straight for Ye Fan's head.
Ye Fan's Completion Ancient Holy Body displayed its utmost power, resplendent in gold, his flesh indestructible even compared to the strongest treasure of time, blocking the slash with iron fists.