Supreme Competition

"World of Mind projection?" Emperor Solitude froze. Weren't World of Mind projections meant to restrain enemies? What serious Mind Power Flow cultivator specifically used projections to fight?

Clearly, his luck was poor. Shen Ye was not a serious Mind Power Flow cultivator. As the projection of Heaven's Will Secret Realm descended, the Golden-Clad Emperor body he had formed through the self-sacrifice ritual instantly shattered into pieces.

"What kind of Mind Power Flow cultivator is this?" Emperor Solitude's primordial spirit stood there alone, his eyes filled with confusion. The treasure trove he had obtained contained inheritances concerning the Sith Race. The Sith Race had Mind Power Flow masters, but none of them had been wild enough to smash people with World of Mind projections.

Seeing even Emperor Solitude, whose name shook the Chaos Universe, end up like this, the many Emperors lying on the ground instantly felt much more balanced.

The Black-Clad Emperors and Golden-Clad Emperors of the Ice Peak Legion were on the verge of tears. They wanted to flee but could not, since their lives were all in Emperor Solitude's hands.

"Rest assured, I have no intention of killing you." Shen Ye soothed Emperor Solitude's wounded heart, then casually branded his soul.

Emperor Solitude's expression became rather unnatural. Having controlled the lives of countless powerful cultivators, how could he not understand that his own life was now in someone else's hands?

He sighed and quickly adjusted his mindset. "You... Master, what do you want me to do?"

"I read the memories of one of your subordinates. You should have Other Universes, right? Transfer one to me first," Shen Ye said.

"Yes." Emperor Solitude did not find this difficult. He had killed three Lords of Other Universes. One had been destroyed along with his Other Universe, while the remaining two