Gathering of the Four Divine Monarchs

The Terminator suppressed the surprise he felt. He nodded at Lan Jue and handed him the food.

It was steak, bread, and water. It was simple and crude, but it was the best choice to replenish his stamina.

The Terminator looked at Lan Jue, who was eating heartily. He had a complicated look in his eyes. From the looks of it, Lan Jue's cultivation level was not as high as Lan Qing's. However, the stunning sword attack just now had left a deep impression on him. It was in that sword attack that the Terminator seemed to see a crack, a crack that allowed him to break through to the Nirvana degree.

It was as if that sword had slashed out which resulted in that crack. Similarly, this crack appeared in his heart.

Limitless! These two young people were blessed by the heavens.

The Terminator could not help but be jealous of the Eastern Alliance. If only the Northern Alliance had such geniuses. However, that was nothing but an empty wish.