As the spectators were still abuzz with discussion, a murderous aura exploded high in the sky.
The direct clash between Ku Yao and the Martial Emperor erupted.
Both were blasted backward at the same time.
The exchange had been brief, but their momentum had been fully unleashed. The instant Ku Yao steadied himself, his armor's engines erupted, launching him through the air. The Martial Emperor remained relaxed and composed. He bent his legs, and the engines at his feet burst like a dragonfly skimming the water, propelling his body forward as sonic booms sent ripples through the air.
Ku Yao's heart tightened.
His grip on the spear tightened slightly as he thrust it toward the Martial Emperor.
The spear traced a long streak of light, condensed with killing intent and accompanied by sonic booms. Like a roaring dragon, it swept down to envelop the Martial Emperor.
The Martial Emperor showed no fear. He raised a hand lightly, and killing intent surged in every direction.
"Sever."
The long blade in his hand struck like a mantis extending its scythe, precise and nimble.
A piercing howl tore through the sky where the blade passed. It dragged a streak of light like a crescent silver moon before him. The cold gleam flashing from the moon blade carried an accumulated, bone-chilling radiance.
The Martial Emperor remained calm, maintaining his effortless bearing.
He was a man in power and rarely fought before the public of the universe, but that did not mean he lacked combat experience. In the current cosmic order, armor combat was dominant and martial culture was deeply rooted. If someone in power lacked strength, it would be a sign of incompetence.
Thus, in many civilizations, those in power were no weaklings. Even Tong Qing and Lei Ting were among the strongest combatants,