"What's going on! Holy Emperor Bei Huai was sent flying by Shen Yi's punch?" "Isn't Shen Yi a body cultivator? How could he harm a soul body? That hungry ghost... he's the real soul cultivator, isn't he!" "Are you stupid? Have you forgotten, 'At Ghost Gate, gods are called gods'? If he had no means of harming soul bodies, how could he have become a god in a single battle back then? This is the 'Path of Hungry Ghosts'!" "What is the Path of Hungry Ghosts?" "No idea, but didn't he just say those three words, 'Path of Hungry Ghosts'? It must have something to do with that..." "Damn!"
Shen Yi's punch was nothing short of earth-shattering.
At this moment, "Saint Emperor" was a term that most of the spectators had nearly forgotten.
And when Bei Huai arrived in full force and condensed a true form, materializing his soul body until it was visible to the naked eye, all that remained in everyone's hearts was awe.
They remembered what realm a Holy Emperor represented.
It was practically synonymous with "invincible."
Yet now, this uninvited guest who had suddenly barged into the battlefield had charged into Ghost Gate in human form, emerged in the form of a hungry ghost, and sent that invincible Holy Emperor flying with a single punch!
"Shen Yi is way too fierce..."
"But brothers, have you noticed a very important issue? He's standing with Saint Slave!"
When the first clear-headed person broke free from the climax of the battle and looked toward the mastermind behind this spectacle, everyone else gradually came to their senses as well.
Looking up, only a golden, domineering throne remained in the sky.
Upon that throne, Master Shou of Saint Slave sat with one leg crossed over the other, utterly uninhibited and flamboyant.