The Evil Emperor's True Strength

Ling Xiao was speechless. He had fought so hard for nothing.

"These beasts really know how to have fun!"

He spoke through gritted teeth. Ling Xiao had never held any favorable impression of the Origin True Realm to begin with, and now his disgust only deepened.

This was not the beautiful holy land at the end of all heavens, but a filthy place that concealed unknown darkness and harbored every kind of corruption.

To pen up the heroic spirits of fallen enemies and turn them into a hunting ground—such conduct was utterly revolting and beneath contempt.

"Very good. I can see hatred in your eyes. You truly are worthy of being the one I chose."

Yellow Springs Evil Emperor burst into laughter, looking at Ling Xiao with satisfaction.

"Senior, then what about you? Why were you cast into this place? Could it be that you too...?"

Ling Xiao looked curiously at the old man, seeking an answer. He already had a guess in his heart, but he still wanted to hear it from the person involved.

"Heh heh..." Yellow Springs Evil Emperor gave a cold laugh and said:

"That is because I, too, was on the defeated side. Back then, I was still young, and by a stroke of fate, I survived that great war.

"Later, I lay low in the Origin True Realm, waiting for an opportunity to overthrow it. Countless ages passed, and I grew powerful, but regrettably, I was still one step short.

"Yet the hatred in my heart had already made me lose my reason. I could not endure even a single moment longer. So, I erupted.

"That battle shook heaven and earth. I slew countless foes and experienced a joy unlike any I had ever known. Yet in the end, I still failed to enter