In the high skies of the Northwest Region, the true form of the Cangsheng Sovereign barely hung in the air, his body riddled with dense cracks, looking like porcelain on the verge of shattering.
"I have lost! And I cannot accept it!" The voice of the Cangsheng Sovereign had lost its previous vigor, leaving only endless desolation.
Yu Qingtan did not strike again immediately, for the Cangsheng Sovereign was undoubtedly doomed to die; his body, Nascent Soul, and soul had all been shattered by Yu Qingtan.
"Yu Qingtan, I was born a servant of a cultivator family, my parents were servants, and I was destined to be a servant from birth. This scar on my face is because I accidentally stumbled upon the young master of that family having an affair with a concubine, and he struck me with his whip.