No matter how unwilling they were to admit it.
At this very moment, everyone truly felt it: the Great Tang foundation they had once taken such pride in was utterly unable to withstand a single blow before this group of outsiders.
Without that person holding the fort, Great Tang had lost every shred of its temper. Even someone as powerful as the High Ancestor, who had stepped into Lamp-Lighting long ago and could even marshal the dragon aura of an entire nation, was not worth looking at.
What drove them even deeper into despair was...
The other side had clearly come with three people, yet only one of them had acted, and things had already reached this point.
It was simply unimaginable.
How was Great Tang supposed to contend against such beings now?
The young emperor's shoulders trembled without cease as he glared furiously at the foot pressing down on the High Ancestor's chest.
The fury in his heart grew ever stronger.
As the dignified Emperor of Great Tang, he had to stand in his own great hall and watch his ancestor suffer such monstrous humiliation.
But...
What could he do?
His talent might have been considered decent among ordinary people. Having received the infusion of the Imperial Ancestral Temple's Spirit Wall, he had now entered the Ink-Dotting realm as well. Yet before beings like these, how was he any different from an ant?
He could do nothing... He could not do anything at all!
Seeing this, the black-robed man at the front slowly split his lips in a grin. "Look... he seems to have been angered by me, hasn't he?"
"..."
The two behind him exchanged helpless glances.
They had already cultivated to the Tower-Ascending Realm, so how could their temperament still be so lacking... Clearly, they could destroy