"What?"
The sudden turn of events left the previously smug and confident Shatian Demon Emperor stunned, and it could not help crying out.
Qing Yanjing, whose eyes had already welled with tears, covered her red lips lightly, her face filled with shock.
For Lu Yunxiao, more than a year had already passed.
But time had been suspended on the Dou Qi Continent. In their eyes, he was still the Lu Yunxiao who had been utterly suppressed moments ago, with his Origin Power on the verge of exhaustion.
Yet he had suddenly become like a completely different person.
The power that erupted in that instant was enough to turn heads.
"How is this possible?"
The Shatian Demon Emperor's pitch-black demonic eyes stared fixedly at Lu Yunxiao.
It had seen clearly that Lu Yunxiao had been unable to sustain Heavenly Manifestation and Earthly Embodiment.
Even his Origin Power had nearly run dry.
How could he so casually break its devastating attack?
It even suspected that it had seen wrong.
"There's nothing impossible about it."
"Do you remember what I said?"
"I'll use the head on this avatar's shoulders to sacrifice to the banner. Come and die."
Lu Yunxiao's starry eyes were sharp as he spoke coldly.
The Shatian Demon Emperor smiled disdainfully. "I don't know what trick you're playing, but before absolute strength, all tricks are meaningless."
"I have suppressed the world. Why would I care about a mere ant like you?"
"An ant?"
"In my eyes, you're an ant as well. Enough nonsense. Hand over your head."
With a sharp cry, Lu Yunxiao no longer had any mood to waste words with the Shatian Demon Emperor. He had waited a long time for this day.
Now, he wanted only one thing: to wash away his past humiliation.
His body shook, blooming