There was no room left for maneuvering now. Besides, he would never believe this would be his final battle. As a dignified Emperor Lord, even if he was gravely wounded, killing a quasi-Emperor would be as easy as child's play.
The Old Emperor Lord was brimming with powerful vitality and an unimaginable pressure. There was no sign at all that he had once suffered a Dao Injury and had been barely clinging to life.
A true Emperor Lord still had his dignity at this point. He revealed his true form: a middle-aged man with long golden hair like traces of countless Great Daos, and silver-white eyes that possessed a soul-seizing Demonic Energy. Though he was humanoid, he was not human, but a member of the Celestial Race.
In truth, some among the Celestial Race had human forms, while others had beast forms. They were all different.
"I will take your life in one battle. Though you obtained the inheritance, eliminating you in a single battle and cutting off future trouble is not a loss!" the Old Emperor Lord said coldly. His voice was incomparably ancient. Only through that voice was just how weak he truly was exposed.
Otherwise, how could an expert who had reached such a level grow old? Time stood still upon them, and could even flow backward. They could never age.
Countless stars manifested around him, transforming the entire Inheritance Altar into something like a universe. Innumerable suns, moons, and stars revolved around the Old Emperor Lord.
Every star was inscribed with unimaginable Great Dao martial arts. The martial arts he had learned manifested there, and every star seemed to contain a figure chanting ancient heart sutras.
Ye Xiwen recognized some of them, but he did not know how to use them. Although he had received the