Chapter 123.1: Youll Never Kill Anyone Fighting Like That. Let Me Show You How.
White Supreme Palace.
A snow-white robed man gently set a white chess piece on the board. His lips subtly moved as he murmured, "Born sacred... Blood Master... sermon... Supreme..."
"Senior Brother, this matter is of great importance. Should we report it to Master?" asked a young girl with a doll-like face. She was the second disciple of the White Supreme Palace.
Yun He shook his head. "Some time ago, Master fought with the Supreme One and suffered grievous wounds. He's now in seclusion, recuperating. He won't be seeing anyone for a while."
Worry filled the doll-faced girl's eyes. "Master is injured?"
"Ah..." A shadow crossed Yun He's gaze. "The Supreme One presses harder with every move. The North South Pact... truly, it's a bitter struggle."
If the North South Pact conflict ended with the South’s defeat, no one could imagine what would become of the Flowing Wind World. Demon spawns would run rampant, and ordinary folks would have no place to live.
“If not for the Supreme One’s Slate of Fate, Master would have no reason to fear her!" the girl said angrily.
The White Supreme and the Supreme One had always been evenly matched. However, the balance shifted the moment the Slate of Fate appeared. After it fell into the Supreme One's hands, the North began to utterly overwhelm the South. Although the South had originally been at a disadvantage, it wasn't a hopeless one.
"Slate of Fate..." Yun He's eyes suddenly flashed. "Tell me, could that Blood Master also have one?"
There is more than one Slate of Fate!
The girl's eyes widened as realization struck. "If it's the Slate of Fate, then yes, it's possible. But Master once said the Slate of Fate is a cursed relic. If the Blood Master uses it to mass-produce Supremes, wouldn't that make things even harder for us in the South?"