Phantom Assassin Appears Suddenly, the Largest Dao Palace in History?

Yin Emperor's body resembled a shriveled corpse with long arms and legs and a narrow waist. Even his eyes had decayed, turning into two deep, icy points of cold light. His robe was in tatters, yet the deathly aura radiating from him was already as black as ink, even stronger than before.

The surging deathly aura was filled with decay and ruin. Not the slightest trace remained of the majesty he had once possessed as the Emperor of a divine dynasty. He seemed to be nothing more than a relatively powerful ominous being.

His strength surpassed that of every person who had come to witness the ceremony today, and by a great deal. Yet as Qin Yang gazed at him from afar, an overwhelming sense of disappointment suddenly rose in his heart.

He was indeed powerful, but not as powerful as expected.

Not to mention comparing him to the Emperor Ying—even the two Titled Dao Lords Qin Yang had seen back then, though dead, possessed far greater outward majesty than Yin Emperor's true body.

At the very least, although those two Titled Dao Lords had entered death, they still looked like living people, and their power was still their own.

Yin Emperor was already like an ominous being that had completely entered death, yet refused to rest due to lingering obsession. He could only wield that overwhelming deathly aura to stir the winds and clouds, forgetting himself for the sake of his final obsession.

No matter how much combat power he could display, their true natures had already made the difference between them as clear as heaven and earth.

Likewise, Qin Yang understood that if those two bastards' hatred for each other had not reached the point where each would rather die as long as the other died first, and