Xiaochen felt the weight of their combined Qi Surgawi pressing down on him, attempting to crush his Hell Core, to force him to his knees. It was a pressure far beyond anything he had ever experienced, a cosmic hand attempting to extinguish his very existence. He stood firm, his black cloak billowing, his Pedang Neraka humming a low, defiant growl.
"Your 'Sacred Order' is a lie," Xiaochen replied, his voice an eerie, multi-layered echo. "Your 'Heavens' are a farm. And I am here to burn it down."
The second Utusan, a woman with sharp, angular features and eyes like chips of ice, scoffed. "Such audacity. A mere defect, claiming to dismantle an order that has existed for ten millennia. You are a biological impurity, a flaw in the design. You shall be cleansed." She raised a shimmering golden
