When Star Lord Zuo Fu, the left assistant of Great Emperor Ziwei of the Central North Pole, spoke, Zhuling's pupils contracted sharply. He had made threats because he thought everything was under his control. A mere threat meant he was already the one giving ground. But now he had suffered a loss in a place he could never have imagined.
"Northern Emperor's Son?!"
The Northern Emperor's Son was the heir to one of the Four Imperial Sovereigns.
Though no one had ever inherited the Northern Emperor's position.
Still, the Northern Emperor's Son already represented the Northern Emperor's favor. And with his protector added to the equation, this matter truly involved the level of the Four Imperial Sovereigns. Zhuling's expression darkened slightly. "Oh? That old yellow ox? Zuo Fu, it seems you're trying to bluff me..."
His voice was unhurried, then suddenly burst into layers of blazing light and flame!
In an instant, the flames swept across the sky, transforming into Vermilion Birds that swarmed toward the enemy. Star Lord Zuo Fu extended a finger and pointed into the empty air. His voice remained calm as his five fingers closed together. [Pot Heaven].
The Vermilion Birds were instantly dragged into the Blessed Lands he had created.
They vanished in an instant.
At the same time, Yisheng appeared behind Zhuling. Holding the divine weapon personally bestowed by Lingbao Celestial Venerable in both hands, he let out a long cry and swung it with all his might. Space froze, and the changes of all things came to a halt. Then, with that single strike, he split the world in two—yet all it left behind were feathers, drifting up and down. Yisheng raised his eyes.
His expression twisted savagely. With a sudden shake, he revealed his true form and invoked Heavenly Manifestation.
"Emperor Zhuling,