602 Domain Fragments!

The white-robed king deftly deflected the attack of the king corpse, the resulting combat painting the ground crimson.

As the two continued their intense battle, the white-robed king’s mind raced. His eidetic memory, a hallmark of king realm experts, cataloged faces and events with photographic precision. Yet this person before him, this king corpse, remained an enigma, absent from the annals of his vast recollections.

Despite the mysterious origins of the king corpse, the white-robed king noted a discrepancy: though his enemy’s physical prowess was unmatched, his killing intent was strikingly weak.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the gleam of a blade caught his attention. The swift and deadly arc nearly claimed him, but he pivoted just in time, a deep wound manifesting on his waist. Blood flowed freely.

The nature of the injury stymied his healing capabilities, a clear sign that this was no ordinary weapon. “Cursed weapons? You aim to take my life with such a thing? Just the two of you wish me dead? In your dreams!” The white-robed king’s voice dripped with disdain.

The king corpse, undeterred, launched another assault. The white-robed king responded by conjuring an ethereal, blood-red blade that severed an arm from the corpse’s body.

Stopping its onslaught momentarily, the king corpse attempted to retreat, but the white-robed king was not to be outmaneuvered.

“Why would I let you escape?” The white-robed king performed another blood technique, releasing a projectile that pierced the king corpse’s heart. Blood darkened the corpse’s robes as it began to fall.

Observing from a distance, Qin Huai frowned. The white-robed king’s technique bore a stark resemblance to his own blood rain technique, yet with an inexplicable twist: no external blood source was evident. It seemed as if the very essence of the white-robed king had morphed into this deadly skill.

Qin Huai’s gaze intently studied the blood mirror, on the lookout for any trap the white-robed king might have devised. Suddenly, a shimmering object manifested before him, catching his attention. Not just any experience orb, this one was in the shape of a crown. It should be called the experience crown.

Drawn to its allure, the crown-shaped experience orb closed the gap between them in a matter of moments, merging seamlessly into Qin Huai.

“Ding! You have acquired the [Boundless Blood World] domain fragment. Progress on [Boundless Blood World] domain fragment is (1/100)!”

Recognition dawned on Qin Huai. This was the revered king domain. The puzzle pieces clicked into place — the reason for his prior blindness became clear.

But then, his surroundings grew murky. Before he could react, his world was consumed by darkness. As he emerged from the obsidian void, a gleaming light greeted him. Grasping a handrail, he found himself perched on a stark black chair, its simplicity contrasting with the subtle luminance it emitted.

Gazing down, his form was a pearly, translucent white. Could this be the color of the soul? In this realm of shadows, he was the sole occupant.

“Where am I?” he mused, his heart filled with doubt. “Did I fall into the white-robed king’s trap?”

He touched the chair beneath him, a wave of nostalgia washing over him. It was reminiscent of the black dragon world’s power. His gaze shifted downward, spotting a beacon of blood-red light breaking through the all-consuming darkness.

“Boundless blood world?” Pondering on the light, the name sprung effortlessly to his mind.

But as quickly as this vision began, it ended, returning Qin Huai to his previous reality. The blood mirror, still clutched in his hand, played the scene of the king corpse’s fatal injury. The ethereal throne and luminescent starlight seemed but a fleeting dream.

Elsewhere, the white-robed king stood atop the Heart’s Eye Pavilion, a frosty smirk tugging at his lips as he cast a disdainful glance at the paralyzed king corpse. “Your physique might be exceptional, but you are far from a genuine King realm martial artist.”

With a confident stride, the ground beneath him cracked. But his arrogance was short-lived. In a sudden twist, he veered to the side, barely avoiding another surprise attack.

Whoosh!

Launching a counter-offensive, he hurled a barrage of punches that kicked up the dust and debris, which rained down with a resonant clatter. Yet, his opponent evaded his every move.

Growing increasingly frustrated, the white-robed king shot a scornful look at the tiny droplets of blood that had missed their mark. Whoever lurked in the shadows was proving to be a master of deception, eluding even his prodigious king realm’s Wisdom Eye.