Ouyang Huang shouted coldly. As his voice fell, a fierce wind suddenly swept across the sky, dark clouds gathered, and a gloomy atmosphere filled heaven and earth, as though rain were about to fall.
"Hm?" Lin Taichu's expression stiffened slightly. A figure appeared above him. The man stood tall and straight, his resolute face as sharply chiseled as a blade, hard and heroic. He wore a broad black robe that vaguely concealed his figure, making his features impossible to see clearly.
The appearance of this figure made countless hearts tremble violently. It was Ouyang Huang himself; the rumors had indeed been true.
"What powerful Emperor's intent. This aura seems to have surpassed the Emperor Realm and reached the Saint Realm!" The crowd's pupils contracted. Though they stood far away, they could still feel a suffocating pressure.
Lin Taichu stared at Ouyang Huang, his heart trembling slightly. This man was truly powerful.
"Ouyang Huang, what are you doing?" An Old Man stepped forward beside Ouyang Huang. He was none other than Ouyang Ming, one of the Ouyang Family's three great elders and also Ouyang Huang's uncle.
"I am avenging Xuan'er." Ouyang Huang's tone was icy, devoid of any emotion. He swung his arm, and the pitch-black demonic spear burst with even more dazzling radiance. A terrifying black Spear Light tore through the void and appeared before Lin Taichu in an instant, intending to kill him.
Lin Taichu's expression changed at once. His figure flashed aside, evading that strike. Yet the strike continued onward and slammed into the space not far behind him, causing the entire area to quake as though it had been torn open with a Crack.
"Buzz." A fierce sword cry rang out from within Lin Taichu. A Purple Long Sword appeared in his hand—it was the Emperor Weapon,