At this moment, all of us grew tense. The existence of the Heavenly Emperor would determine the fate of this world.
The Heavenly Emperor possessed the power of the Twenty-eighth Heavenly Layer. If he truly appeared, his strength would be earth-shaking, and no one could stop him.
Even if everyone joined forces against the Heavenly Emperor, he would sweep them aside with ease.
After all, that was the difference between humans and gods—a gap as vast as heaven and earth.
Just then, Ye Hentian was facing a mysterious expert, while Xu Fu was facing a man clad in a black robe.
Xu Fu gave a cold laugh as he looked at the black-robed man before him. "Since when have the people of the Xuanyuan Clan become so furtive?"
Everyone was shocked. No one had expected the black-robed man before them to be from the Xuanyuan Family.
The black-robed man sneered. "You know who I am?"
"I knew it from the sword in your hand." Xu Fu glanced at it and sneered. "Your sword bears mountains, rivers, plants, and trees on one side, and the sun, moon, and stars on the other. It is the Xuanyuan Sword."
"Speaking of which, this sword was given to your family by the Mysterious Woman. Back then, your Xuanyuan ancestors relied on this sword to slay Chi You."
"Hmph. Good that you know." The black-robed man suddenly threw open his robe, revealing his true appearance. He was a handsome man, and the sword in his hand seemed to radiate arrogance from his entire body.
"Xuanyuan Wudao." I narrowed my eyes. "He really is still alive."
"He's the Prison Suppressor." Chu Zhaixing gritted her teeth. "Back then, he chased me until I was like a stray dog. I was utterly helpless before him."
"He's Xuanyuan Wudao?