Heaven’s Favorite

The sun appeared battered and bloodied. Wind bellowed across the land.

A bloodstained sword in hand, a pair of majestic wings behind his back, Ling Xian towered above the City of Qing as if descended from the heavens.

Floating effortlessly in midair, Ling Xian pointed the Sword of Extinction directly at the heart of Fang Ming Yuan and with one shout began the fight that would end it all

This scene would find its way into history books.

Confronted with a mighty cultivator in his foundational period, Ling Xian showed neither panic nor fear. Instead, he oozed confidence as if victory was his destiny.

The Devil was in the detail. Few of the spectators who had lived a few years more than the rest were in complete awe not over his heroic image, but the changing appearance of his eyes.

The left eye was darker than ink, the right eye white as snow. Both sparked multicolored flashes of light, mysterious and somewhat disturbing.

The Eyes of Execution!