"Damn you, you little bastard! How dare you attack my clone! Dammit, I'm going to kill you!"
Yuan Yang Immortal Monarch was furious.
His face turned pale with rage, especially when he saw all the energy of his clone turn into streams of light and surge into that jet-black Divine Sword.
He had thought victory was in his grasp. He believed he could make the Star Emperor, whom he detested, suffer the loss of a clone containing a soul fragment without paying any price himself, causing him to lose face completely.
But he never would have expected it.
Star Emperor's clone had not yet been destroyed.
Instead, his own clone had been destroyed by a tiny, ant-like existence.
And everything—his Immortal Dao Will and all its power—had been devoured.
This loss...
...was something he could not recoup even if he destroyed the Star Emperor's clone before him.
After all,
