As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yang moved. His whole body transformed into a brilliant streak of Sword Light and shot into the sky with a thunderous roar.
The Immortal Slaying Sword hummed in his hand, as if it, too, could feel its master's Battle Intent and could hardly wait to drink blood.
He did not choose to tear open the void and teleport. Instead, he chose the most direct, most ferocious approach, cutting through the sky as he headed straight for the Eastern Emperor Hall.
He wanted the entire Five Regions to see that he, Xiao Yang, had never feared a challenge!
"He... he really went?"
"He's insane! He's absolutely and completely insane!"
"He just destroyed the Great Yan Holy Land, and he hasn't even stopped to catch his breath before going straight to challenge the Eastern Emperor Great Emperor?"
"That's the Eastern Emperor Great Emperor! He ruled the Eastern Profound Region for countless years, and now he's completely demonic, fused with that Three Lives Bronze Coffin. He's practically immortal! No matter how strong Xiao Yang is, he's still only a Quasi Emperor!"
"A Quasi Emperor challenging a Great Emperor at the peak? That's unheard of! Does he really think he's invincible now?"
In the distance, the cultivators from across the Five Regions who had gathered to watch were in an uproar.
They had only just recovered from the shock of "Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage," and now Xiao Yang's actions had left them reeling all over again.
As they watched that streak of Sword Light cut across the sky, they felt more than astonishment. They were gripped by a complicated emotion they couldn't quite name.
Fear, admiration, doubt, confusion—every feeling intertwined and swept over them.
They had never seen anyone so overbearing, so arrogant.
A Quasi Emperor