"There's still time to leave." Song Changsheng said.
"Oh my, you're putting on quite a show."
"Surely you don't believe that I, Huangfu Zhantian, could actually lose to you?"
As he spoke, Huangfu Zhantian removed the box from his back, and a thunderous spear materialized in his hand.
It was a Divine Weapon.
With the Divine Weapon in hand, Huangfu Zhantian's combat power surged dramatically.
Even in the boundless expanse of starry space, the surrounding dimensions began to tremble violently.
Yet despite such overwhelming might from Huangfu Zhantian, Song Changsheng suddenly shifted his gaze toward the world below.
Because within that sealed world, several thousand more figures had appeared.
Their attire was identical to Huangfu Zhantian's — they were all members of the Huangfu Heavenly Clan.
Those figures were currently hurtling at tremendous speed toward the Summit of Nine Heavens.
They would soon encounter the forces of the Seven Realms Holy Palace and the other factions.
"Where exactly are you looking?"
Suddenly, a spear descended from the heavens, slashing down toward Song Changsheng.
It was Huangfu Zhantian's attack.
Song Changsheng reached out and caught the Divine Weapon spear barehanded.
Then, with a sudden burst of strength in his arm, Huangfu Zhantian — who was gripping the spear shaft — was subjected to an immense force.
In that instant, the space around his body shattered instantly.
The tremendous power caught him completely off guard, forcing him directly to his knees in midair.
"Damn it!"
This outcome was clearly beyond his expectations, and he flew into a rage.
Humiliation — he felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation.
He summoned every ounce of strength in his body, trying to stand back up, but he was utterly powerless to do so.
ZZZZZTT— Then, upon his forehead, thunder patterns emerged.
As the thunder patterns appeared, his cultivation base rose.
Yet even so, he still could not withstand the force that Song Changsheng was channeling with a single hand.
The thunder transformed, and a suit of thunder armor materialized around Huangfu Zhantian's body, boosting his cultivation once more.
But even that was not enough. He still could not stand. Still could not change anything.
In that moment, Huangfu Zhantian froze.
He clearly could not accept it, yet he had no choice but to accept it.
He looked at Song Changsheng, only to find that Song Changsheng wasn't even looking at him. Song Changsheng was observing what was happening within that world.
Seeing Song Changsheng like this, the fury on Huangfu Zhantian's face gradually dissipated.
Even he himself felt that he had no right to be angry.
The other man was simply too strong.
"Hey, I have to ask — you don't seem to want to kill me?" Huangfu Zhantian said.
"I have no reason to kill you." Song Changsheng replied, his gaze still fixed on the world below.
"Then I'll stop getting involved with what's going on down there. Can you just pretend you never ran into me?" Huangfu Zhantian asked.
"You can," Song Changsheng said.
"Then could you also not tell anyone that I lost to you?" Huangfu Zhantian asked again.
Only at these words did Song Changsheng turn his gaze to Huangfu Zhantian and release his grip on the Divine Weapon spear.
As his hand let go, the pressure bearing down on Huangfu Zhantian vanished.
Then he spoke: "Fine."
Huangfu Zhantian was finally able to rise. To his credit, he actually bowed to Song Changsheng. "Thank you."