The Immortal Cultivator Who Can Fight Anyone to a Standstill
Chapter 930

Thirteenth Throne's Surprise

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"Then we'll have to see whether Emperor Fúmèng has the strength to back that up."

The figure whom Emperor Fúmèng had called the Thirteenth Seat smiled faintly. With a lift of his hand, layer upon layer of void shattered, as if some unknown colossal beast from the nothingness had opened its enormous maw, ready to devour everything in the world. It was terrifying.

Emperor Fúmèng let out a cold laugh. With a wave of his hand, heaven and earth changed color as countless bolts of thunder rumbled and swept toward the figure atop the throne.

However, just as the countless bolts of thunder were about to strike the Thirteenth Seat, the void hollow formed by the Thirteenth Seat's raised hand erupted with a terrifying suction force, swallowing all of Emperor Fúmèng's thunder into it in an instant.

The power Emperor Fúmèng had unleashed was enough to annihilate countless continents, yet after being swallowed by the void formed with a casual lift of the Thirteenth Seat's hand, it did not even stir a ripple.

Emperor Fúmèng's expression turned solemn. Although he had looked down on the Thirteenth Seat of the Seventy-Two Demon God Halls with his words, he had truly gone all out.

"If Emperor Fúmèng's strength amounts to no more than this, then it seems your name will be erased from this world today." The Thirteenth Seat spoke with effortless ease. He pushed his palm forward, and the black hole that had burst forth from his raised hand seemed to transform into a colossal black sphere that blotted out the sky and sun, crushing down toward Emperor Fúmèng.

"My name is Fúmèng. It means that after thunder has shaken the heavens, all evil will turn into a fleeting dream!" Emperor Fúmèng stared at the enormous black sphere drawing closer and

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