A Single Palm Strike, Ten Emperors Gravely Wounded

"Crack—"

A crisp crack tore through the dead silence, and the fissures on the surface of the Space-time Cage spread instantly like a spiderweb.

Immortal Emperor Hong Mao stared at the golden crack that had pierced the barrier, the taste of blood rising in his throat.

Dozens of Immortal Generals led the heavenly soldiers as they clung desperately to the edge of the shattered barrier, like drowning men grasping at their last straw.

They knew that the instant the barrier completely collapsed, the killing moves the ten Immortal Emperors had amassed for so long would turn into a meat grinder and crush them all into dust.

Yet the agonizing pain they had anticipated never came.

As the barrier dissolved into countless streams of light, a gentle spiritual force washed over everyone like a tide.

Immortal Emperor Hong Mao opened his eyes in disbelief and saw a youth in a moon-white robe standing in the void with his hands behind his back.

The silvery radiance around him smoothed over the shattered Spatial Ripples, while stardust clinging to the tips of his hair swayed lightly with his movements, like a river of stars pouring down into the mortal world.

The immortal arts attacks that had been so ferocious moments ago suddenly froze ten zhang away from the youth, turning into specks of firefly light that circled him like subjects bowing around their emperor.

"Master! Master has come!" Immortal Emperor Hong Mao's voice trembled with tears, beads of sweat seeping from the gaps in his armor and dripping from his shaking fingertips.

He had never thought that, at this moment between life and death, a savior would truly arrive.

The other immortal soldiers and Immortal Generals froze for a moment before erupting in earth-shaking cheers.

"Long live the Heavenly Emperor! May Lord Heavenly