Are Immortal Emperors Really That Strong?

The Dao Robe Man's spine turned cold, as if an unparalleled fiend had set its sights on him. He had long forgotten what fear felt like, but today, he remembered!

He couldn't sense a trace of the white-clad young man's presence, but his instincts told him this person was strong—terrifyingly strong!

The Dao Robe Man turned around, his expression grave. Eternal imperial light blazed around him, illuminating the entire world, while his terrifying aura shook the ancient skies.

He stared intently at the white-clad young man. "Who are you?"

He couldn't understand how the other man had entered without making a sound.

This world belonged to him alone. No one else could even sense it; it existed beyond their reach. Yet this man had slipped in without a sound. His strength was clearly extraordinary.

"Just a passerby," the white-clad young man replied.

His white robes fluttered, his black hair swayed gently, and he looked extremely young. Not a trace of aura emanated from him. If the Dao Robe Man hadn't been looking at him, he would have seemed not to exist at all, as though he had merged with heaven and earth.

"Why have you trespassed into my world?" the Dao Robe Man demanded, fixing his gaze on the white-clad young man.

The white-clad young man might be incredibly powerful, but he wasn't weak either. He wouldn't be frightened so easily!

"I was passing by. I sensed you bullying my sect's juniors, so I figured I'd deal with you while I was at it," the white-clad young man said calmly.

He hadn't come for the Dao Robe Man. He had something more important to do. He had merely happened to pass through this stretch of time and space, sensed the Dao Robe Man's presence, and then happened to notice him