Nightking Zhenwu turned around to stare at Zhuo Daynight, his gaze cruel and filled with naked bloodlust. “You’re asking for it!”

He then suddenly appeared right in front of her, grabbed ahold of her head, and picked her up. As he moved closer, he revealed a cruel smile. “Do you really think that your life can change for the better? Let me tell you this—I don’t even want Night’s End, Daybreak anymore. I, Nightking Zhenwu, am invincible, and nobody can defeat me! Today, I’ll kill off the Dayking bloodline, and I’ll have the entire Dayking bloodline die the same miserable death as your parents! I will even cut Lu Yin to pieces in front of you!”

He then flung Zhuo Daynight straight towards Lu Yin.

“Keep singing, Fireplume Tribe. Keep singing for me! I, Nightking Zhenwu, am invincible! Hahaha.”

The Fireplume Tribe’s song rang out, and they wove a song of Nightking Zhenwu stepping onto the path of being invincible.

Above the planet, all the onlookers had complex expressions, as Nightking Zhenwu was truly displaying an unfathomable strength. 

Throughout the Innerverse, the countless people watching this scene fell silent. There were stronger and weaker members among the Ten Arbiters, and Lan Si’s most powerful attack was the Vacuum Palm, which was not even enough to stop a quadruple-fletched arrow. In other words, he would barely be able to match up to Nightking Zhenwu. 

If that was true of Lan Si, then what of the other Arbiters?

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