Bang!
Fist and palm slammed viciously together, colliding in waves of Dao Patterns. Though this man had spoken insolently from the shadows rather than openly and aboveboard, he truly was an Emperor—only one who had only just attained the Dao.
Having only just become an Emperor, his spirits were riding high. He almost felt that everyone under heaven was mediocre dregs, and that even Ye Xiwen, the Inspector, was nothing more than a lucky upstart.
That was why he had dared to speak so insolently. Even the Light Clan, the hosts themselves, had not dared to behave like this.
Yet the moment they exchanged blows, terror seized his heart. A horrifying force spread in every direction like monstrous waves reaching the heavens, and he stood at its very center.
With a tremendous crash, the fist he had thrown exploded into a cloud of blood mist. Bone fragments flew everywhere, and blood dripped down in streams.
"Aah!"
The Dark Clan Emperor screamed miserably and retreated again and again, trying to escape Ye Xiwen's range of attack. But Ye Xiwen gave him no chance to flee. He took a single stride forward and threw a punch, its terrifying force twisting space itself as it blasted toward that Dark Clan Emperor.
"Not good! My life is over!"
The Dark Clan Emperor roared. Though arrogant and untamed, faced with reality, he could still tell the difference. The fist force contained in that blow was terrifying beyond measure, far beyond anything an Emperor who had only recently attained the Dao could imagine.
Only now did he truly realize how vast the gap was between him and those supreme figures, even though they were both Emperors.
"Stop!"
An explosive shout came from nearby. Immediately afterward, a jet-black ray tore through the heavens and shot toward Ye