Han Sen looked at Zhuo Dong Lai with a complicated expression. Aside from the power of the purple mist holy clothes, Zhuo Dong Lai had another weird power.
The purple mist words appeared on Zhuo Dong Lai's body. The words were etched into Zhuo Dong Lai's flesh. It was like they had been etched into his flesh since he was born.
"The legends are true. Zhuo Dong Lai is a god. Are those mysterious words the god words he was born with?"
"Extraordinary people are extraordinary. It does not matter if he has a God Spirit Blood-Pulse or not."
"Sky Group Leader's expression must be very interesting."
The expressions of all the elites were weird. Some were happy to see this happen, and some were jealous. Only Han Sen could not describe what he was feeling.
The mysterious words on Zhuo Dong Lai's body were the words of the Purple Manor Sutra. Han Sen had not learned the Purple Manor Sutra, but he had seen Zhuo Dong Lai use it. He knew a little about it.
Now that he looked at the words, it was the Purple Manor Sutra.
"I see. He is Zhuo Dong Lai's reincarnation. Even the reincarnation couldn't erase his memories. They are deep in his soul and blood. What a terrifying obsession! He has forgotten who he is. Even reincarnation can't stop him from inheriting the Purple Mansion Sutra?
Did something happen to him before he died? Is that why the Purple Manor Sutra is deep in his spirit and reincarnated with his spirit? "Han Sen was shocked.
After seeing the Purple Manor Sutra, Han Sen knew why the purple mist holy clothes chose Zhuo Dong Lai without the support of a God Spirit Blood-Pulse.
Everything in the world had a reason. The power of the purple mist holy clothes and the Purple Manor Sutra were two sides of the same coin. They were two sides of the same coin.
That meant if Zhuo Dong Lai was able to use the power of the purple mist holy clothes and the Purple Manor Sutra, he would be able to break the world.
It was a shame his power was too weak. The power of the Purple Manor Sutra was suppressed by the world. The reason it appeared now was because of the power of the purple mist holy clothes.
Right now, Zhuo Dong Lai was still far from being able to break the world. Compared to ordinary people, his chances of breaking the world were much higher. He was a real genius.
When ordinary people reincarnated, they couldn't keep the memories of their previous life, but he had kept the geno arts of his previous life. If a person like that wasn't considered a genius, then there wouldn't be many geniuses in the world.
When the Purple Manor Sutra's words disappeared, Zhuo Donglai recovered. Although he had lost his God Spirit Blood-Pulse, it felt as if he had become stronger.
Before, the Purple Mist Immortal Robe was just an external object on his body. But now, the Purple Mist Immortal Robe seemed to have become a part of his body. It gave people the feeling that he was the immortal robe and the immortal robe was him.
"Now, we can truly decide the victor."
Zhuo Donglai looked at Han Sen and smiled. His smile was like the spring sun melting snow, and it made people smile along with him.
Those young girls and young women who were yearning for love were even more stunned.
"Alright."
Han Sen nodded. He saw Zhuo Donglai use the Purple Mist Comes From The East, but this time, he did not use a sword skill.
Zhuo Donglai's swordmind and heart were perfect. Even if he used a spirit sword skill, it would not work on him.
Zhuo Donglai used two of his fingers as a sword. He pointed at Han Sen. This time, he did not use the power of ten thousand swords. It was just a purple light that was slowly flying toward Han Sen.
When the purple light moved, the sky and the ground seemed to have a purple air. It gathered around the purple light. It was like all the power of the sky and the ground was gathering on that purple light.
The closer the purple light got to Han Sen, the heavier the purple air became. It turned from a dot to a line. It turned from a line to a sword. The purple air gathered to form a sword. It was like the first life force of the sky and the ground. It had the power of chaos. One sword was enough to split the sky and the ground.
Han Sen felt as if he had nowhere to go. He could not dodge. That sword power could split the sky and the ground. It would not be able to do anything to a single person.
In Wu Wei Dao Palace's main altar, a person who was locked up in an old tower suddenly opened his eyes. He said to himself, "The sky and the ground are in a cycle. Purple Mist Comes From The East. One sword can break the world. Finally, someone in Wu Wei Dao Palace understands. Which faction is this student from? How can he be so lucky?"
"Wu Wei Dao Palace has another Nirvana elite. Why is it that the Qin Dynasty has to face so many difficulties?" The king of a country stood in front of the gods. Seeing the power of that sword, he felt sad.
Han Sen was shocked. He thought Zhuo Donglai only had what it took to break the world. He thought he was still far from being able to break the world.
He did not expect Zhuo Donglai's sword to reach the max. It went from being Yang to being Yin. It went from being very positive to being very negative. It used a different method to achieve a Break World power that was positive and negative.
Han Sen was wrong about one thing. The Break World power did not come from Zhuo Donglai himself. It came from the power of the purple mist holy clothes.
When the purple mist holy clothes followed the Wu Wei Dao Alpha, the Wu Wei Dao Alpha gave it a shortcut to break the world. Now, it only approved of Zhuo Donglai and allowed him to use its power.
Zhuo Donglai understood it, but his power was not strong enough to do what it did.
Seeing the sword come, it was like the sky and the ground were oppressing him. It made Han Sen feel an indescribable pressure. Ever since he fought Lokid, Han Sen had not felt such a scary power. His whole body felt as if it was going to be torn apart by that sword.
Han Sen was standing in space. His hair was waving against the wind. Somehow, Han Sen's heart had a feeling that was hard to describe. It was an urge to improve.
Ever since he had come to the universe of kingdoms, Han Sen had been fighting against all sorts of powers. No one had ever been able to touch his heart.
Even Lokid only made Han Sen feel like he was difficult to deal with. He was not able to make Han Sen's heart tremble.
Zhuo Donglai's Break World breakthrough sword made Han Sen's heart tremble. It made him feel the same way he did when he was practicing.
The Xuan Yellow Sutra and the Blood-Pulse Sutra were running inside Han Sen's body. The two opposite powers were running inside the same body, but they did not clash.
Han Sen had tried many times before, but he had never succeeded. Now that Zhuo Donglai's swordmind had activated it, it was like a god had given him a hand. The two powers flowed through his body naturally, and they didn't clash like they usually did.
Facing the sword light, Han Sen did not fall back. Instead, he went forward. He stepped forward and slashed with his hand. It was like a boat going against the current. In front of his hand, it was like there were many big waves blocking it. It was like there were thousands of mountains suppressing it.
"Open!"
Han Sen's eyes were on fire. His whole body was burning with a lifeforce that was hard to see with the naked eye. His hand was like a big axe. He slashed toward the sword light.
Two halos of light, one purple and one red, flashed across the starry sky. It was just a flash, so no one could see what was going on.
The two flashes of lightning disappeared, but the two cracks in space did not heal. They formed an X-shaped mark in space. It was imprinted in space. It was like it could never be erased.
Everyone was in shock. They were still thinking about the power of that strike. They saw Han Sen and Zhuo Donglai standing face to face. Han Sen's hand was on Zhuo Donglai's neck.