The protectors from the Seventh Imperial Clan were beside themselves with fury. Di Ming was the Young Emperor of their clan.
Not just anyone could receive the title of Young Emperor. Only the clan's most gifted genius, the one with the greatest hope of becoming an Emperor, could be called a Young Emperor.
Even if they ultimately failed to become an Emperor, a Young Emperor would still become the head and ruler of the Imperial Clan!
This was not only true for the Seventh Imperial Clan. The other thirteen Imperial Clans were the same.
Now, Di Ming, the Young Emperor of the Seventh Imperial Clan, had actually had his neck crushed by a Human woman. To these protectors, it was practically the Apocalypse.
Even if the Young Emperor had not died, they protectors would still be executed by the clan!
Boom!
At that moment, the pitch-black great cauldron floating above the Battle Stage erupted with heaven-shaking might, directly forcing back the protectors who wanted to rush onto the stage and kill Di Yao. Its terrifying pressure even crushed spectators standing near the Battle Stage to the ground.
"This cauldron is rather interesting. It's at least an Immortal Lord Grade immortal artifact!"
Wang Xian shielded Su Jin, Cheng Yao, and the others as he watched the pitch-black great cauldron with interest.
He discovered that although the power unleashed by the pitch-black great cauldron was terrifying, it had ignored Di Yao. Or rather, the pressure it emitted had deliberately bypassed her.
Clearly, someone was controlling the pitch-black great cauldron. More precisely, it should have been Di Ming, who had just fought Di Yao.
Di Ming seemed too disdainful to use the pitch-black great cauldron to defeat Di Yao. He wanted to defeat her with his own strength.
On the Battle Stage, Di