Some had originally hoped he would not intervene. After all, this concerned the success or failure of the Myriad Realms, yet it had nothing to do with him personally. Even if the Celestial Race ruled the Myriad Realms, they likely would not touch the Underworld Kingdom, which was likewise guarded by an Emperor Lord, anytime soon. Otherwise, both sides would only end up battered and broken.
Yet at this moment, he still made his move. At the critical juncture, he came to assassinate Ye Xiwen.
There had not even been the slightest warning. He had not acted before, so everyone had assumed that the Underworld Emperor had given up on killing Ye Xiwen. But no one had expected that the Underworld Emperor had not given up at all—he had merely been waiting for the moment Ye Xiwen finally attained the Dao.
He had become an Emperor Lord himself, so he understood very clearly that before the transformation was complete, Ye Xiwen was at his strongest—and also at his most vulnerable. While he was still transforming, he was not yet a true Emperor Lord. The circumstances were entirely different.
Seasoned and vicious!
Those words flashed through Ye Xiwen's mind in an instant.
But only for an instant. A tremendous boom rang out as the Demon Emperor Bell shook violently, freezing everything in place. That strike had torn through the air with a bearing that reached the heavens, yet it was held fast by the Demon Emperor Bell.
The bell waves of the Demon Emperor Bell spread outward without end, ring after ring sweeping forth as they engaged that strike in the most terrifying contest.
Everyone looked over, only to see the Demon Emperor's entire body burning. His last shred of Primordial Spirit was burning away here, all to block this fatal