Venerable Wanfa, the Nether King Sect Master, and Celestial Master Yinghuo.
Each of the three bore a name that rang like thunder throughout the mortal world. Now, they had surrounded the Prison-Suppressing King, killing intent rising on all sides. Had the Prison-Suppressing King been at full strength, he naturally would not have feared them. Even if he could not defeat three alone, breaking through and escaping would not have been a problem.
But he had only just withstood Evil Ksitigarbha's blow. His grave injuries had not yet been healed when he fell into this predicament.
"You rats can all come at me together! Do you think this king is afraid?" he still shouted fiercely, but anyone could see how dire the situation was.
The Emperor sat atop the Golden Crow and said softly, "They are after me. The Prison-Suppressing King can leave first. Tonight will likely not end peacefully. There is no need to drag down the Yu Dynasty's pillar that steadies the seas for my sake."
"Cut the nonsense." The Prison-Suppressing King showed no courtesy toward this younger Emperor. "Running before we have even fought—where would that leave my dignity? If things get difficult later, I will abandon you myself. Did I need you to tell me that?"
"Oh." The Emperor closed his mouth.
The Prison-Suppressing King's blazing solar fire ignited once more. In an instant, its light stretched ten thousand zhang, and the Emperor nearest to him frowned under the scorching heat. If his cultivation had been any weaker, he would not have needed to wait for the enemies to kill him—the Prison-Suppressing King would have roasted him to death first.
Even Wanfa and the other two felt some trepidation before the might of this Supreme Yang Great Dao.
Though Venerable Wanfa had lived for ages, cultivated countless