"So, it's inevitable that only one of us can survive," Fu Qingjun observed, his expression inscrutable as he gazed at the past Immortal Emperors gathered in the hall.
The two were destined to be mortal enemies, fated that only one could live.
Could he really believe someone who immediately wanted to surrender and was willing to submit?
With the blessing of the rules of immortality, that person possessed the most terrifying wisdom and talent in the entire universe, once deducing the prehistoric cosmic metamorphosis.
With such wisdom involved, who could assure there wouldn't be any tricks?
Moreover, a new seat in the material plane had emerged,
there were clearly methods to escape brand control, and neither the Oath nor Creation imprint rules could completely assure anyone; how could he let the other walk away alive?
This was the opponent's weakest moment, the easiest time to strike; Fu Qingjun couldn't let it pass.
This was a battle of life and death,
