Meeting a Young Man
Four incomparably powerful experts who could awe the starry sky barged into the faint white mist.
They were likewise intimidated by the terrifying broken sword that could cleave the heavens and destroy the earth.
"I sense the aura of a Great Emperor..." The Void Merman God trembled.
"That is an Imperial Weapon! Though it has broken into two halves, the Imperial Marks remain, and the Sword Dao endures. Moreover, it has been preserved rather intact..." Divine Venerable Qinghe's eyes burned, his reaction utterly different.
"An Bulang..." Son of the Endlessly Void Emperor gripped his dark Mo Blade, his killing intent soaring to the heavens.
His eyes held only An Bulang. He did not even care about the Imperial Weapon.
Son of the Endlessly Void Emperor hated An Bulang to the bone.
He was the Abyssal Demon Race's foremost Imperial Son. When he had infiltrated the Primordial Continent, An Bulang had repeatedly sabotaged his plans. He had suffered heaven knew how many grievances, and even his storage ring had been snatched away by An Bulang.
That alone would have been one thing.
But after returning to the Abyssal Demon Race's lair, An Bulang's torment of him had not ceased.
An Bulang had actually followed his father to the Dark Continent, sweeping through and harvesting countless important Abyssal Demon Race sites along the way. He had even looted the core regions and run wild atop the Abyssal Mother Stone. When Son of the Endlessly Void Emperor received the news, he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood in rage.
This was bullying demons too far!
"An Bulang, I will tear you into eight pieces!"
Son of the Endlessly Void Emperor raised his Mo Blade, his killing intent climbing to its peak.
An Bulang kept fleeing, flying toward