These people had once stood shoulder to shoulder with Nether Lord. Some had attained Dao far earlier than he had, even before the second War Against the Heavens. Whose seniority did not vastly surpass Nether Lord's?
Though seniority could not be eaten as food, the situation was different now. The Heavenly Dao had lifted the restrictions, and they too could become Emperors in the future. In their hearts, they did not believe themselves inferior to Nether Lord.
Nether Lord's utterly unrestrained attitude had thoroughly enraged many people.
"Nether Lord, do you truly think yourself invincible beneath the heavens?"
"I think you have grown far too arrogant. Throughout the ages, it was not as though there had been no Emperors who were slaughtered just after becoming Emperors. You are simply too presumptuous!"
"Instead of hiding properly, you actually dared to show yourself. Even without Martial Emperor, we can still slaughter you. At worst, the price we pay will be a little more painful!"
"Hmph, a pack of ignorant fools. Do you think an Emperor is truly so easy to deal with? You are nothing but frogs at the bottom of a well!" Nether Lord sneered, clearly having little regard for their words.
Golden light shot ten thousand zhang from Nether Lord's body, while rosy clouds soared into the heavens, illuminating hundreds of millions of miles. He was dazzling, as though forged from divine objects of the heavens, charging straight toward the sun and moon and allowing heaven and earth alike to sense his majesty and power.
Even his blood and vital energy rumbled like thunder, like stars gleaming.
Nether Lord's pressure made countless Dao artifacts begin to ring and tremble, erupting with waves of Dao Might to contend against him.
For a time, the entire universe was filled with immense Dao