Emperors Were Nothing Special

At every stage of cultivation, the gap between practitioners grew enormous in the later stages.

A Cosmos-level powerhouse could crush a Universe-level powerhouse with a casual squeeze. So of course, a True Realm powerhouse could just as easily crush a Cosmos-level powerhouse!

What was more, Feather Emperor had fought dirty and launched a sneak attack. Hath, who was only a Saint Venerable, had naturally been captured without the slightest chance to resist!

Feather Emperor's sudden move gave Saint Venerable Hath and the others a terrible fright. But the White Feather Clan on the other side erupted in cheers.

Yu Tian, in particular, seemed to have found his backbone and immediately regained his confidence.

Looking at Saint Venerable Hath trapped in Feather Emperor's palm, Yu Tian's apprehension vanished, replaced by deep hatred. "Father, why are you keeping this wretch alive? You might as well crush him!"

"Yu Tian, stand aside. We'll deal with this later. I have something more important to do right now!"

As he spoke, Feather Emperor swept Yu Tian away. His indifferent gaze fixed on Hath, and with a single thought, he severed one of Hath's arms. The jade talisman clutched in Hath's hand fell easily into Feather Emperor's grasp.

Looking at Hath, Feather Emperor spoke in a voice full of authority. "Worm, tell me how you got this jade talisman!"

Hath spat out a mouthful of blood with disdain and snorted. "A dignified Emperor, reduced to stealing? You're truly contemptible!

"As for where this jade talisman came from, don't bother asking. There's no way I'll tell you!"

The jade talisman had, of course, been personally refined by Shen Fan for Hath and Moricha. It contained a trace of Shen Fan's unique Yin-Yang Chaos True Dao power.

Hath knew Shen Fan was immensely powerful—so powerful that he exceeded