Just then.
The Image Transmission Stone on the golden table suddenly flickered.
It burst once more with crimson radiance as red as flame.
"The connection is back!" The Xia Emperor was overcome with excitement. In a flash, he turned into a streak of divine light and vanished from his spot. When he reappeared, he was already before the Red Stone Sphere, his body trembling slightly as he stared at the faintly visible crimson mist within, his heart full of apprehension.
"Xia Emperor, prepare yourself. Young Xiao Chen has most likely already..." Wang Fusheng spoke in a low voice, his face filled with grief.
Once the Image Transmission Stone reconnected to the God-Demon Battlefield.
It would immediately replay the images from when the connection had been lost.
He feared the Xia Emperor would be unable to withstand the blow.
So he wanted to brace him for it beforehand!
"Don't worry. I'm fine." The Xia Emperor shook his head.
Despite his words.
His entire body was already swaying.
Grief and anxiety gripped him.
He could barely even remain standing.
However.
What happened next.
Shattered everything the two men thought they knew.
One breath later.
As the crimson mist swirled.
Images began to emerge.
As though time were flowing backward.
They recreated Xiao Chen's earlier battle against the Overlord Dynasty.
Within the Image Transmission Stone.
Xiao Chen fought three Star Realm experts alone.
His sword struck like a dragon.
Tearing through heaven and earth.
One against three.
Surrounded by all three opponents.
He slew one.
Then escaped by the narrowest of margins.
"The Sword Demon fought three Star Realm experts alone, killed one, and still got away unscathed?"
The Xia Emperor stared at the Red Stone Sphere before him, his eyes wide, his shock beyond anything words could describe.
Battling Star Realm experts.