"From now on, no more!"
The Holy Emperor is naturally weak, yet becomes strong through delusion.
At this moment, as this roar exploded.
Feng Yujin seemed to regain the youthful passion, his head raised, with intentions reaching the sky:
"A grain of sand, does it dare shine?"
"Dao Qiongcang, it is not a new desire of mine to kill you!"
Sizzle!
The sound fell, and gray and white mist spread across the sky.
The entire Southern Region of the Land of Sin trembled, and in the void rose a figure clad in a white robe and crowned in gold.
The person stood aloft on a crane, eyes gleaming with light, capturing stars in one hand and covering the world with his palm, utterly arrogant.
As Holy Emperor Fengtian, Feng Yujin, conjured the visage of the Holy Emperor, he spat out Holy Emperor blood.
"Sacrifice!"
His tiger eyes glared.
Dao Qiongcang under the Conch Binding Technique couldn't help but laugh.
