"I command you to stop!" Before the man even arrived, his voice preceded him, filled with an emperor’s majesty that suppressed the Void. His words seed to contain a terrifying power, compelling all to submit and obey.
"Stop? My ass!"
Wu Tian’s eyes glinted coldly, completely disregarding the command. He hurled the sword in his hand with all his might. It tore through the Void and skewered the nine fleeing Nascent Souls like a grueso kebab.
"No!" the nine Nascent Souls scread miserably in unison, but one by one, they were annihilated by the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss.
Slaying the nine Nascent Souls left marks upon the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss, causing it to upgrade once more and beco a true sword of Cultivation.
The voice, still filled with an overwhelming dignity, rang out again, though the speaker had yet to appear. "I commanded you to stop. Why did you not listen? Do you hold in no regard?"
Wu Tian’s eyes were like ice. The imperial ’I’? Is this so kind of joke?
"By what right do you call yourself by the imperial ’I’?" he sneered. "And what gives you the gall to think I am your subject?"
Wu Tian clenched his fist, locked onto his target with his Spiritual Sense, and imdiately threw a punch.
"Green Emperor Fist!"
As the punch shot forward, endless Divine Light blood at its tip, its brilliance overwhelming everything in its path. In an instant, the fist’s radiance hurtled toward Righteous City, descending like a falling teor.
Inside a palace in Righteous City, a figure was cultivating. But in that mont, as the fist’s radiance fell...
BOOM!
The palace exploded. The terrifying shockwave obliterated the surrounding buildings, and the cultivating figure was sent stumbling out, his internal energy in chaos and his hair in disarray. He looked utterly wretched.
His gaze was solemn as he stared at the pile of rubble where the splendid palace once stood. I can’t believe such a fist technique exists among the Immortal Seekers! That kind of technique shouldn’t be a Daoist Magic!
The arrival of that fist’s radiance had made his very heart tremble. "What in the world was that? A Daoist Magic from the path of Cultivation? No, that’s not it!"
Emperor Zhao’s expression was one of complete shock. He was a descendant of the Zhao Family, from the line of Qin Shi Huang. He had taken the na Emperor, with the Daoist title "Qin the Sixteenth." He wanted to right the wrongs done to Qin Shi Huang and ensure this title was passed down for generations, until Qin the Thousandth, and Qin the Ten-Thousandth!
But that punch had just given him a profound shock.
"Not bad. You’re not even dead," Wu Tian sneered from outside Righteous City.
Inside Righteous City, Emperor Zhao had already recovered his senses and was furious. "Insolence! Insolence! Insolence! A re subject dares to be so insubordinate!"
He was an Immortal Seeker of the tenth Major Realm: Void Penetration. According to the cultivation scriptures, the Void Penetration Realm is described as "understanding the operation of the Heavenly Dao’s rules and reaching a powerful Realm of being in harmony with nature, achieving the Unity of Heaven and Man."
With a single movent, Emperor Zhao appeared outside Righteous City, his icy eyes fixed on Wu Tian, who looked back at him coldly.
"Is it a cri not to kneel before one’s sovereign?" were Emperor Zhao’s first words.
Fail to kneel? Wu Tian let out a dry laugh. "For a common mortal, failing to kneel before their sovereign is a capital offense."
Emperor Zhao was quite pleased with Wu Tian’s answer. He spoke with an authoritative tone, his voice carrying an inviolable heavenly might. "Since you know this, why do you insist on offending ti and again?"
Wu Tian’s expression remained glacial, but he couldn’t help but laugh at the words. He never imagined the Alliance Hierarch of the Righteous Alliance would be this kind of person.
"First, I am no common mortal. No one can make kneel!
"Second, you are no Emperor! Stop daydreaming!"
Emperor Zhao grew even angrier at Wu Tian’s words. "Do you think you can defeat ?"
The Void Penetration Realm grants one control over a curious power that exists between heaven and earth. At that mont, Emperor Zhao raised his fist, which pulsed with an overpowering aura.
Void Penetration, the Realm of the Unity of Heaven and Man. They say you can control the power of heaven and earth... and this is it? Wu Tian was so astonished he almost wanted to laugh.
He had seen beings who truly controlled the power of heaven and earth—they were Immortal Emperors. By comparison, Emperor Zhao’s application of this power was pathetic, and the man himself was even more of a joke.
Wu Tian had already calculated that his own Spiritual Power was roughly equivalent to the Nascent Soul Realm. In other words, under normal circumstances, Wu Tian shouldn’t be able to defeat Emperor Zhao. But was Wu Tian a normal person? The answer, of course, was no. His physical body was undying and indestructible. Furthermore, his Spiritual Power was countless levels higher than Yuan Force.
At this mont, Wu Tian extended a finger toward Emperor Zhao and hooked it provocatively. He didn’t speak, but his intention was clear to everyone: Co here and get beaten down.
"Insolence!" Emperor Zhao roared, throwing a punch that shot across the sky with the force of a teor, threatening to pulverize everything in its path.
Wu Tian didn’t counter. He simply stood there. Finally, the punch slamd into his chest.
The mont had arrived.
Just as Emperor Zhao believed Wu Tian was finished, Wu Tian threw his own punch. The power of his Earth Spirit Root converged in his fist, which carried the might of Mount Tai.
BOOM!
"What!"
As the punch landed, Emperor Zhao’s superior Earth Spirit Root seed to et its nesis. It offered no defense, and he was sent flying backward.
The crowd was completely stunned, unable to comprehend what they were seeing. They had all seen Emperor Zhao’s punch hit Wu Tian, so why was he completely unscathed?
They didn’t understand, and Emperor Zhao understood even less. His Realm was supposed to be higher than Wu Tian’s, so how could this be happening?
Finish him while he’s vulnerable!
Wu Tian now walked through the air toward Emperor Zhao, his gaze like ice. Spiritual Power enveloped his body, radiating the invincible aura of a Divine King that repelled all evil.
Emperor Zhao had already gotten to his feet. "Tell why!" he demanded. "Why are you completely unhard after I hit you?"
His Earth Spirit Root had already ford an earthen armor that covered his body, giving him a majestic appearance. His face now even resembled that of the ancient Qin Shi Huang.
"You will never understand, not even in death," Wu Tian said indifferently. Just because you ask, do I have to answer? Just take that regret to your grave!
Emperor Zhao’s expression was grave. He said coldly, "Are you truly determined to fight to the death? We’ll destroy each other, giving the Evil Alliance the perfect opportunity!"
He had considered it. If he truly fought Wu Tian to the death, they would both likely suffer grievous wounds. When that happened, the Evil Alliance would sweep in again, plunging the entire Underground World into crisis.
"’Mutual destruction?’" Wu Tian said lightly. "No. That’s not possible."
Those capable of fighting him to a mutual defeat could be counted on one hand. Emperor Zhao was not one of them.
"Arrogant! Fine! If you want mutual destruction, so be it! If you’re not afraid, then neither am I!" Emperor Zhao’s gaze suddenly darkened. Initially, he hadn’t believed Wu Tian had the power to rival him, but seeing his punch leave Wu Tian completely unscathed convinced him that Wu Tian was worthy of a life-and-death battle. Now, Emperor Zhao had decided to fight Wu Tian to the bitter end.
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