A strangely shaped weapon appeared in Zhuang Lingyun's hand. Red and white, long and round, with a pointed nose, it gleamed with a chilling light.
For some reason, just seeing the weapon made an involuntary trace of fear rise in the hearts of all the emperors.
This was an Emperor's instinctive warning!
Their instincts told them that the weapon Zhuang Lingyun had brought out was terrifying beyond measure. It could easily kill everyone present!
"You've angered Sister Lingyun. If you're still alive, you'll be this." In the crowd, Xue Zhan, the Young Ancestor of Kaoshan Sect, sneered.
They knew all too well how strong Zhuang Lingyun was. When she truly got angry, even Ling Fei and Hua Shuheng had to give her some leeway. What could the Ghost Dragon Clan's foremost Quasi-Immortal Emperor possibly amount to in front of her?
"I've never seen a special artifact like that." Xiao Luxia frowned. A chill ran down her back, and the hairs on her body stood on end.
"What... is that?!" Gui Yanjun was just as unnerved, his pupils wide with shock, his soul trembling.
The instant Zhuang Lingyun took out the weapon, his instincts had told him to run!
Or he might die!
"This Emperor refuses to accept this!" Gui Yanjun gritted his teeth, refusing to turn and flee. His pride wouldn't allow it.
Neither the Imperial Alliance nor that other faction could compare to the High-Level Heavenly Vault. They were ants, they were rats. As a noble member of the Ghost Dragon Clan, how could he flee in front of these people?
"Pfft!"
Zhuang Lingyun spat a mouthful of blood onto Little Match. The blood turned into a strange rune that glimmered with light, and Gui Yanjun's image appeared faintly upon it.
At the same time, the instant the rune