Whap!0

A crisp slap rang out.0

The Dragon-Headed Daoist’s face was covered in countless minute scales, but this slap sent many of them flying. His mouth was crushed to a pulp, and blood spurted from his nose as he slammed to the ground several hundred feet away.0

Su Yi didn’t find this at all strange. He put away the Sword of the Nine Hells and said, “So, you’re finally here, old-timer.”0

As he spoke, the last of the seemingly endless tide of tribulation light poured into his body. His presence instantly transformed, like a sharp edge hidden in a sheath, simple and unassuming, yet elegant and extraordinary.0

Now, he was truly a god!0

“So, kid, you sensed my presence here a long time ago, huh?” 0

A lascivious-looking, scrawny old man appeared out of nowhere. This was none other than the River Lord.0

There was no doubt about it. He was the one who’d sent the Dragon-Headed Daoist flying earlier.0

“Actually, I didn’t. I just figured you’d come.” Su Yi gazed intently at the River Lord. “After all, if anything happened to me, I’m afraid you’d be in for more than you bargained for.”0

The River Lord was the god of the River of Epochs, and he’d protected the Epoch Spark for countless...0