Severed Arm, Defeated Flight!

His aura erupted without hesitation.

That aura was like an abyss, like a black hole, like the heavens collapsing and the earth caving in.

Even Ling Tian shuddered in terror—how terrifying!

Was this Command Heaven, Govern Fate?

It was unimaginable. Before that aura, he felt like a fallen leaf in a raging gale, like a small boat upon a furious sea, liable to be torn apart or swallowed at any moment.

Yet he did not retreat. He was the Sacred Emperor of the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty, the ruler of one hundred and fifty domains, the pillar upon which countless billions of living beings relied.

He could not retreat.

The living beings of the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty felt that aura and seemed to have fallen into a swamp, unable to move.

The commoners with weak cultivation collapsed limply to the ground, finding even breathing difficult. Even the Cultivators with somewhat higher cultivation could only struggle to endure, their faces pale.

A trace of unwillingness rose in their hearts—they had struggled for so long, only to still be oppressed by others. Why?

Why should they be? Had they not worked hard enough?

Were they not powerful enough? Were they not united enough?

Black Abyss Secret King smiled disdainfully. "Your Great Yan Sacred Dynasty's strongest are merely four Tribulation Realm Experts."

"Now, they are not in the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty! As for the Sacred Emperor, he is merely an ant with the combat strength of Unfettered Heaven. With but a thought from me, I can make all of you die!"

He made no effort to conceal how little regard he had for Ling Tian. He could not even be bothered to speak to him directly—it would lower his standing.

"Only the Sage Master is worthy of making me somewhat wary."