The Might of Great Destruction

"Interesting." The Gold-robed Figure smiled faintly. He could sense the terrifying will emanating from Wu Yuan.

It was as if Wu Yuan had known he would come.

There was no fear in him at all. Instead, he seemed excited—even eager.

"Abyssal Saint, how dare you act so arrogantly before the Heavenly Emperor? Hand over the Profound Yellow Dao Treasure!" Emperor Nanguang, standing atop the golden light, roared at the sight.

"Nanguang?" Wu Yuan shot him a cold glance. "I'm speaking with the Heavenly Emperor. What gives you the right to interrupt? You were crushed by me last time. Do you really think Ming Jian and I couldn't kill you if we joined forces?"

"You..." Emperor Nanguang gritted his teeth, hatred flickering in his eyes.

He had indeed suffered a crushing defeat in their last clash.

Moreover, during that battle, he had faintly guessed that Supreme Saint Ming Jian must have been holding back, and hadn't fought with all his strength.

Otherwise, Emperor Nanguang wouldn't have escaped so easily.

And now Wu Yuan had obtained another offensive Profound Yellow Dao Treasure. His strength would surely be even more terrifying.

"You..." Emperor Nanguang was about to say more.

"Nanguang..." The Heavenly Emperor glanced at him and gave a slight shake of his head. Emperor Nanguang promptly stopped, lowering his head a little.

"Abyssal Saint, don't concern yourself with Nanguang. I heard Supreme Saint Ming Jian was accompanying you. Why don't you have him come out as well?" The Heavenly Emperor's indifferent voice rang through the void as he stared straight at Wu Yuan.

The Heavenly Emperor made no further attempt to pressure Wu Yuan.

But the aura he exuded was an inborn, overbearing force.

Especially its destructive, corrosive quality. It was as if he were the very source of destruction, enough to