"Disciple, even if I had the nerve of a thousand men, I wouldn't dare touch the Power of the Continent! Even Master can't suppress the Power of the Continent before us—how could I possibly control it?"
Ling Zhanzi hurriedly explained.
"If not you, then who?!" The Western Heaven Battle Emperor naturally knew Ling Zhanzi lacked such ability, but even if Ling Zhanzi had not done this, he must have been connected to it.
As he spoke, Saint Grade pressure descended like a divine mountain, crushing down on Ling Zhanzi and nearly suffocating him to death.
A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Ling Zhanzi's mouth.
At the brink of life and death, inspiration suddenly struck Ling Zhanzi. He fiercely pointed at the main hall behind him, his voice shrill.
"This disciple knows! It must be that lone cultivator named Qi Lin. It has to be his doing!"
"This man only appeared at my Ling Zhan Palace today, and this happened tonight. He must be involved!"
"Qi Lin!" The Western Heaven Battle Emperor's gaze narrowed as he swept his eyes over the palaces below.
He did indeed sense the aura of a Low Earthly Sovereign.
But...
Could a mere Low Earthly Sovereign actually stir the Power of the Continent?
The Western Heaven Battle Emperor narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through the palace halls.
Then, a pair of calm eyes suddenly opened and met his gaze from afar.
"This person... is suspicious!" The thought flashed through the Western Heaven Battle Emperor's mind. His Saintly might burst from his body like an inescapable prison, pressing down upon the halls below.
"What petty rat dares hide there? Get out before this Emperor!"
The Western Heaven Battle Emperor roared, his voice ringing through heaven and earth as ripples shook the void.
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