In the span of a single breath, the vast true qi that could make all martial artists in the world look up in awe and send armies fleeing like scattered birds vanished without a trace, like a sandcastle swept away by a gale.
One moment, he had stood at the pinnacle of humanity, at the absolute summit of martial arts.
The next, his qi sea had run dry, and all his cultivation had dissipated.
An indescribable weakness and emptiness spread through his limbs and bones, as though his soul and spine had been ripped away, instantly draining all color from Emperor Qing's face.
"You—Pfft!"
He glared furiously at Yun Ye, trying to say something.
But before he could utter a second word, the injuries suppressed by his true qi erupted all at once. His throat sweetened, and he could not help spitting out a mouthful of glaring crimson blood.
Then, searing pain surged from every part of his body.
Emperor Qing staggered backward and finally collapsed onto the ground with a thud, unable to endure any longer.
Yun Ye stood tall, looking down at Emperor Qing, who sat sprawled on the ground before him. He said calmly, "The Overlord True Art was originally a martial arts method created by my White Jade City. It later entered the mortal world through the reincarnated female immortal, Ye Qingmei."
"Now that Ye Qingmei is dead and White Jade City has sealed itself away, it is only right that I personally reclaim it!"
Reincarnated female immortal, Ye Qingmei, White Jade City...
Three entirely unexpected terms entered Emperor Qing's ears at once, exploding in his heart like thunder from a clear sky.
"You... you came for Ye Qingmei?"
"Did you challenge the Four Grandmasters to reclaim the Temple cultivation methods as well?"
Emperor Qing stared