"What—what!? Did I hear that right? That guy... actually said the Emperor and several Great Protectors should attack him together?!"
Ning Wangshu's words immediately left everyone present stunned.
"Hiss... H-how dare he!? Whether it's the Emperor or the Great Protectors, they're all at the peak of Tribulation Transcendence, or else they're fifth-turn rogue immortals. He actually dared to boast that the Emperor and several Great Protectors should attack him together. Where does he get the nerve!?"
"C-could it be... that he really is a Mahayana Earth Immortal!? Otherwise, even if he's at the peak of Tribulation Transcendence, how would he dare take on five opponents at once and boast that the Emperor and several Great Protectors should attack together!"
Everyone murmured among themselves.
Ling Wentian and the Great Protectors of the Taihua Dynasty, meanwhile, were all seized by fury. The Great Protector who had just stepped forward—the one surnamed Zhao—was especially enraged.
"Arrogant fool! I alone am enough to deal with a presumptuous nobody like you. Why would I need my fellow Daoists, much less the Emperor, to join in? You're not worthy!"
Zhao Yuan roared coldly.
The next moment,
he attacked at once.
In an instant, he unleashed a powerful secret art and threw a punch.
"Buzz!"
The void shuddered. A terrifying fist mark appeared, radiating countless layers of auspicious qi and dazzling light!
It was as if countless True Dragons were baring their fangs and claws in the sky, their fearsome might threatening to tear the heavens apart!
"Boom! Rumble—"
Amid thunderous crashes, the dreadful fist mark swept forth with unmatched divine might, like an immortal mountain, and came crashing down on Ning Wangshu.
"That's... the Emperor Pole Fist Mark!? The attacker is Zhao Yuan, the Emperor Pole True Lord, who swept across the six southwestern prefectures