Fellow Daoists, Qi WuHuo Takes His Leave!

Zhentian Great Emperor Lord's armor was brought out. It was a top-tier magical treasure, specially tempered and forged by the Heavenly Crafts Department of the Celestial Court. Of course, for the True Martial Great Emperor, whether or not the armor existed was no longer very important. The Immortals could all see that the future Jade Maiden Yuanjun of Bixia wanted to see it, and the True Martial Great Emperor was simply indulging his daughter.

Even so, it still sent a tremor through the hearts of the Immortals and Gods.

When Zhentian Great Emperor donned his armor and took up his sword, he would have an opponent. But among all the gods and Buddhas filling the heavens, who could still be his enemy? The magical treasure had arrived, and the armor alone was already majestic beyond compare. On the black armor and white battle robe, red-gold thread embroidered the patterns of the myriad stars. As the armor gradually covered his body, the Daoist's gentle bearing changed; he was no longer as mild and warm as jade.

A faint aura of slaughter drifted outward.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

At last, his black hair was gathered beneath a golden crown. He slightly opened his eyes, and the Immortals and Gods before him lowered their gazes almost unconsciously, beyond their control. Yet this majestic, battle-ready Emperor Lord leaned down slightly to look at the child before him and smiled. "What do you think?"

Bi Xia, who usually kept a composed expression before others, had a faint flush of excitement on her little face. She opened her eyes wide.

"Father!"

"You're amazing!"

A trace of a smile appeared on Qi WuHuo's face. He extended an arm. Zhentian Great Emperor Lord's armor was not the sort of armor worn by a Martial God in his