"Though it's only a low-grade star and hardly worth making a fuss over, it's not something your Zheng family can decide with a single word."
"One word from you, and we're supposed to hand it over without a fight? Your Zheng family doesn't have that kind of face!" A voice rang out from another warship, even more brazen than the first.
Neither side would give an inch. They sneered at the Zheng family's show of force, paying it no mind.
"Then let's settle this with a fight."
A man stepped onto the deck of the Zheng family's flagship. He looked to be in his thirties and wore a robe of fine blue brocade, with a dark green sash embroidered with spiritual patterns around his waist. Chestnut hair fell to his shoulders, his eyes were narrow, and his features carried a trace of cold indifference. His aura was chilling.
"Zheng Zheshen!"
On a warship not far away, a seventy-something old man drew in a sharp breath, then murmured, "How is he still so young..."
"Who is he?"
"Great-uncle, is he really that powerful?"
Several young people stood beside the old man. Seeing his reaction, they couldn't help feeling puzzled. Their elder's cultivation was so formidable that it could shake the world; they had never seen him lose his composure like this.
"Zheng Zheshen was my contemporary. Seven thousand years ago, he was already a False Emperor."
The shock still lingered in the old man's eyes. "Six thousand years ago, he brought down the World-Destroying Calamity and then vanished without a trace. I thought he was dead."
The young people exchanged glances, unable to hide their astonishment. He had survived bringing down the World-Destroying Calamity; it went without saying how powerful he must be now.
"Ten thousand years ago, he ranked seventeenth