Boom!
Space violently shook, forming ring after ring of ripples. A Teleportation Array spread outward, vast as the sun's disk.
Fan Lang descended from within, clad in Purple-Gold Armor, a dragon-scale cloak billowing behind him. He held the Imperial Seal aloft in his left hand, ruling over the surrounding space and controlling every law at will.
An Upper God was hurrying along when Fan Lang suddenly descended and blocked his path.
This man was one of the Six Great Generals. After learning that Emperor Without Heaven had fallen, he had fled at the first sign of trouble. He had moved quickly enough, but he was still one step too late.
Although the exit was right before him, he would have to pass Fan Lang's test before he could leave!
Fan Lang looked at him coldly. If this man had obediently submitted earlier, he might still have had some use as one of Fan Lang's pawns. Now, however, things were different.
His only value now was to die and contribute system rewards, letting Fan Lang make a small profit.
"Y-you're the Eight Desolations Dragon Emperor?" The general's expression changed drastically. He raised his guard, his entire body tense as he secretly circulated his divine power.
"That's right. It is I," said Fan Lang.
"I've heard a little about you. Emperor Without Heaven died by your hand, and the whole country has fallen into your grasp. You've already gained enough, so please show mercy and let me leave. Rest assured, I held no loyalty toward Emperor Without Heaven. Our relationship as ruler and subject was only superficial. I merely served under him to earn a living. Let me go, and we'll each go our separate ways. I will never seek revenge for someone like Emperor Without Heaven."
"Enough. I have no time