Sweat mixed with blood slid down his forehead, flowing into his still bloodshot and terrified eyes, bringing a stinging pain. But this physical pain was nothing compared to the turmoil of fear churning deep within him.

Just then.

"despair."

A soft footstep, like the drumbeat of death, struck Sun Wu Hui's heartstrings.

He jolted awake, struggling to turn his almost broken neck, and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Then, the young man, Qin Yang, who had sent him flying with a single punch like a demon, began to walk slowly toward him, step by step.

Their pace was slow, even leisurely.

Each step carried a strange rhythm, as if it were not stepping on the broken ground, but on Sun Wu Hui's heart on the verge of breaking.

The air around him seemed to freeze with each step he took.

The wind, which had been flowing gently, came to a complete standstill.

The billowing smoke and dust seemed to be frozen in place by an invisible force, no longer dissipating.

Time seemed to pass exceptionally slowly at this moment.

Sun Wu Hui's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size, becoming as small as needle tips.

It's here!

He's really coming!

What is he going to do?

He's going to kill himself!

This thought, like the coldest current, instantly swept over Sun Wu Hui's entire body, making him feel a bone-chilling cold from head to toe!

It was an unprecedented, extreme fear of death!

He didn't want to die!

He cultivated for hundreds of years, enduring countless hardships, before finally reaching the realm of a Great Sage, looking down upon all living beings and enjoying supreme power and honor! He still has a long lifespan to squander; he hasn't lived enough yet!

How could he just die like that?

To die at the hands of such a young man who appeared out of nowhere?

No! Absolutely not!

The instinct for survival instantly overwhelmed all dignity, all pride, and even his status as a Great Sage Realm expert!