Saint Emperor, Unmatched

The golden-robed youth's Emperor Corpse was cut in half at the waist, and blood sprayed out, staining the passage red.

Before he could scream, Jiang Ruoyao struck again, thrusting her sword through the golden-robed youth's lower body. The tip emerged from his backside.

Even with his body split in two, the golden-robed youth could still feel that agonizing pain in his balls.

"Ah...!!" He screamed on the spot, his handsome face contorting out of shape.

"You talked a big game, but you're this weak. Those people behind you aren't just like you, are they? All show and no substance?"

Jiang Ruoyao planted her foot on the golden-robed youth's upper body and sealed his power, leaving him no chance to fight back.

"You... You dare lay a hand on me, a noble? One day, my people will trample this universe flat and make you pay for what you've done!" the golden-robed youth roared, his face twisted with fury.

"Oh, I'm so scared," Jiang Ruoyao said nonchalantly.

"You... You..."

Jiang Ruoyao's indifferent attitude truly enraged the golden-robed youth.

He couldn't understand it. What gave a bumpkin from some small lower-realm universe the right to act so arrogantly?

Who gave her the nerve?

"Empress, kill him! Kill him now!"

Outside, countless cultivators roared, pumping their fists in excitement. Seeing Jiang Ruoyao kill the golden-robed youth in an instant had left them thrilled beyond measure.

All the cultivators hoped she would hurry up and kill the arrogant bastard.

"He's still useful. I'll keep him alive for now." Jiang Ruoyao glanced back with a smile.

She wanted to question the golden-robed youth about the mysterious passage.

Judging by how he prided himself on his noble status, he likely knew plenty of secrets.

"Don't think you can get anything out of me," the golden-robed youth sneered.