Rumble!!
The great battle began, and everyone unleashed their special abilities.
Lin San charged alone into the enemy ranks, sword in hand. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed countless fierce Sword Qi.
The Immortal Emperors summoned to fight on the other side were no pushovers, either. They unleashed one terrifying ultimate move after another, twisting and shattering the surrounding space like a mirror. Raging flames engulfed the world.
"Is this the strength of the Heavenly Palace!?"
Watching the two sides clash, Long Aotian instantly felt numb.
He had already prepared a mournful closing speech, ready to accuse these old hometown friends from the Ancient Wasteland of stealing the spotlight that belonged to him as the Protagonist. But he never expected the Heavenly Palace to summon the Protagonists from every era the very next moment, making him—the Protagonist of an era who hadn't yet made it—seem utterly insignificant.
"Ding-dong! Congratulations, Host. You have shaken the Dao heart of a Mythical Heavenly Chosen Son. You have received 300,000 Villain Points!" "Ding-dong! Congratulations, Host. You have made a Heavenly Dao Level Son of Heaven feel regret. You have received 500,000 Villain Points!"
"Kill!!"
Qin Feng had no time to care who was who. He gripped his ancestral Demon Sword and charged into the crowd.
He and Lin San formed a complementary pincer, his cold eyes brimming with boundless authority and resolve. Wherever his sword flashed, it left trails of fierce Sword Qi. Whether the enemy unleashed Immortal Arts or raised sturdy immortal-weapon shields, everything was torn apart as easily as paper.
"Wait, which one of us is actually his little brother!?"
Qin Hao couldn't stay calm when he saw this.
He could accept that Xiao Bai had better equipment than he did. After all, that was the rabbit his