At this moment, Little White Dragon crouched beside Wu Feng and looked up at him with a puzzled expression. "Master, what's wrong with you?"
Wu Feng was silent for a moment before looking at Little White Dragon. "I originally thought that as long as I broke through to the Saint realm, I would have no opponents left in this world of all heavens. But after seeing that move from the Evil Emperor just now, I realized it far exceeded my expectations."
Little White Dragon looked utterly innocent. Rolling his large eyes, he asked, "You mean the Evil Emperor's strength may actually be above yours?"
Wu Feng looked at him and nodded.
Wu Feng actually knew very well that there were five Saints in the Three Realms, including Tathagata Buddha, Master of the Heavens, and Primordial Heavenly Venerate. Yet even they could not transform True Qi into physical form.
One had to understand what that meant in a world of all heavens. It meant that one needed no weapons or tools at all. With a casual condensation of True Qi, one could create a fearsome weapon capable of cutting down anything in its path.
Within the Mirror of Contemplation, the black pillar of light had also collapsed by now, transforming into wisps of black smoke that scattered in the wind.
This further confirmed Wu Feng's theory. That pillar of light was not some kind of divine artifact at all. It was True Qi taking physical form.
Wu Feng's sword-like brows were tightly furrowed. The otherworldly realms had long been eyeing this world of all heavens, ready to make a move. He asked himself whether, with his current cultivation, he would truly have any chance of victory if he encountered the Evil Emperor.
Just what level of cultivation did that Evil Emperor