Purple Emperor!
The name terrified every lifeform on the field.
Purple Emperor had once slaughtered an entire generation of Ziwei Civilization's top elite geniuses, causing the Ziwei Civilization to decline and lose its position as the foremost of the Seven Great Civilizations.
Within the Ziwei Civilization, that name was taboo.
Ming Qiyu suddenly reacted, his expression filled with shock. In an instant, all his attention focused on Purple Emperor.
In their hearts, the name Purple Emperor was even more threatening than Chen Mo.
A figure who had single-handedly slaughtered a generation of Ziwei Civilization's top elites and driven the Ziwei Civilization into decline was a Sand God of his era. His notorious name still made people tremble even thousands of years later.
Ming Yan's expression grew solemn as he inexplicably felt a surge of pressure.
Just the name alone was enough to make people feel pressured.
With the name of a god of slaughter, his level of danger far surpassed Chen Mo's. The air fell deathly silent as everyone warily watched the newcomer. They could not yet determine whether Purple Emperor's identity was genuine. If it was, they would be in serious trouble today.
"I'll play with you."
Purple Emperor's low voice spread through the public channel, making the Mech Warriors of the Nether Body Civilization tense.
The next instant, Purple Emperor vanished from his position and appeared behind a Mech Warrior. His slender blade flashed with purple-red light as it slashed horizontally at the Nether Body Civilization Mech Warrior's waist.
Hiss~~
Like a sharp blade cutting through tofu, it met no resistance at all.
With a single slash, he displayed terrifying strength. The title of god of slaughter was well deserved.
Ming Qiyu and the others had still harbored a trace of hope, thinking that the Mech Warrior before