As the guillotine descended, the moment Ye Ling's phantom appeared, he felt a bizarre power, as if it had torn away half of his soul.
This power, as imposing as a mountain range, lacked any sense of majestic justice and instead carried a sinister aura.
"Is this the power of Kunlun?"
Experiencing the bound soul within and the force of that constraint, Ye Ling couldn't help but laugh.
"The dragon veins of the world originate from Kunlun, the ancestor of all mountains, the mountain of all deities. The power you rely on is merely lent to you by the thousands of spirits and monsters within these mountains."
"A bunch of insignificant spirits and monsters. Even if you take away my soul, can this guillotine truly cut through?"
With boundless pride and spirit soaring high, Ye Ling was convinced that the power of Kunlun was definitely not limited to this—here, lay the source of Huaxia's dragon veins, representing the starting point of a world.
