Wu Li's move had successfully alerted the experts of the Pill Epoch.
It had also plunged the Golden Bridge Great Clan's ancient powerhouse into despair.
A moment ago, the White-Clad Woman had used the power of the River of Time to send him reeling in defeat.
He had barely held out for fifteen minutes and was ready to flee, but the instant she stepped back, an even stronger presence appeared behind him.
"Are you the Desolate Heaven Emperor?"
The ancient powerhouse asked the question, and Wu Li, standing behind him, replied softly, "I am."
"That flash of golden light just now... was that Ground Shrinking Golden Light?"
"Yes."
At that answer, the ancient powerhouse's last shred of hope vanished.
He closed his eyes, drew a deep breath, and said slowly, "I have to die today?"
"That's right."
Whoosh!
As soon as the words fell, the ancient powerhouse used an Escape Technique and shifted a thousand miles away.
Wu Li did not move.
Only then did the ancient powerhouse get a clear look at the legendary Desolate Heaven Emperor.
He was tall and powerfully built, with sharply defined features and slightly dark skin.
Most striking was the scar along his brow.
It ran from his brow to his temple. One glance was enough to imagine the wound the Desolate Heaven Emperor had once suffered.
"You look rather ordinary."
Knowing he was trapped, the ancient powerhouse suddenly lost the urge to flee.
He truly wanted to see just how strong the legendary Desolate Heaven Emperor was.
Wu Li merely said calmly, "I've never been good-looking. My teacher says so often enough."
"But I don't think that matters much."
The ancient powerhouse nodded. "True. Once you've become someone like you, looks no longer matter."
"Today, let me see how powerful the foremost figure