In the Purple Star Starfield, the final calamity descended. Four Imperial Dao Supreme Beings appeared at once, Imperial Might spreading and destroying heaven and earth.
At the critical moment, ten thousand swords surged through the starry sky, their astonishing sword pressure bearing straight down upon the Imperial Dao.
The four emperors sensed it, and their expressions darkened simultaneously.
"Such astonishing sword intent."
The Scaly Emperor stepped forward. Golden light blazed around him as golden scales manifested, blocking the streams of sword light streaking through the void.
Before the eyes of all, amid the ten thousand swords, a man rode his sword forward. His black robes were dark as ink, his sword-like gaze cold and stern.
The Heavenly Palace Sword Venerable had honed his sword for a hundred years. Once drawn from its sheath, it astounded the world.
"Are you alone?"
The Scaly Emperor looked at the black-clad swordsman ahead and said coldly, "The sword of one man cannot save this world."
"What if you add this old man?"
As the words fell, the starry sky churned. An aged figure stepped forth, his withered body devoid of the slightest fluctuation of true qi, yet exuding an indescribable pressure.
A human emperor!
Seeing the newcomer, coldness flashed through the eyes of the four Imperial Dao experts from the Primeval Demonic Realm. The true masters had finally arrived.
"Four against two. Boring."
Yu Luowu spoke indifferently, hands behind his back, with no intention of making a move.
"Since Your Excellency believes there are too few opponents, then add this old Daoist as well."
As he spoke, a Blue-robed Diviner emerged from the starry sky, holding a long staff. He appeared to be around forty, his Imperial Might concealed yet ready to erupt.
"Four against three."
Yu Luowu swept his gaze over the three