"You're not qualified."
Those five words struck the emperor's face like a resounding slap.
His expression darkened at once.
"Huang'er."
The emperor's voice turned cold, without a trace of warmth.
"I gave you a chance."
"You chose to refuse it."
The emperor raised his hand.
His five fingers slowly spread.
In an instant,
a heavy, ancient, domineering aura surged from his body, bearing supreme majesty.
It was the art of a Great Zhou emperor.
He had cultivated it for more than two hundred years
before finally mastering it.
He had never imagined
that the first time he used it
would be against his own daughter.
"I never wished to use this move."
The emperor's voice was calm.
"But since you've forced my hand, you have only yourself to blame."
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
The moment his words fell,
the void behind him collapsed with a thunderous crash.
A hazy figure ten thousand zhang tall slowly appeared.
The figure wore an imperial crown and dragon robes and sat upon an illusory Dragon Throne.
It looked down upon all living beings.
It held the world beneath its gaze.
It was the manifestation of the will of Great Zhou's emperors through the ages.
"Nine Dragons Suppress the Heavenly Gate!"
The emperor gave a low shout.
The towering phantom emperor suddenly raised its hand.
Nine golden dragon phantoms roared out of the void.
Each was wreathed in an overwhelmingly domineering imperial aura.
The nine dragons circled and wove themselves into a towering heavenly gate.
It seemed capable of suppressing an entire realm.
The Divine Mansion Realm Great Experts watching below felt as though an actual mountain had been set upon their heads.
They stared at the emperor, who usually confined himself to schemes and courtly intrigue.
Horror filled their eyes.
Even