"Eight-Star Dou Xian?" Looking at the tyrannical aura lingering around this emperor-a tyrannical posture that was by no means the product of illness-the Holy See powerhouse couldn't help muttering. With this level of power, let alone someone of her own meager Seven-Star Dou Xian strength, even if her master, the Traveling Angel, were to make a move, she might not necessarily win. For a moment, the slender hand beneath the black robe couldn't help gripping tightly. Next, a fierce battle probably awaited her.
Among the three major guards under the Traveling Angel, Xika was a Seven-Star Dou Xian Mid Stage.
"No, not Eight-Star, but half-step."
"It seems things are tricky, but there is still a glimmer of survival." Xika's body trembled slightly, and her acute perception also detected something.
"Boom boom boom!" Without any hesitation, the emperor gently raised his palm and pointed it at Xika. At that moment, countless auras within the bedchamber fell silent and prostrated, as if welcoming their true emperor back to his throne. That fluctuation, that power, could truly be called overriding heaven and earth, enough to look down upon the world.
"Puff!" In the blink of an eye, a fierce energy pillar hundreds of zhang wide, resembling a sharp dagger with cold light emerging, roared toward her.
"Gulp!" With a sound, Xika pulled off her black robe. Her cold face contained an extremely heavy aura, and white light blazed across her delicate body like a scorching sun, illuminating the earth.
"Father, are you all right?" Having successfully landed the strike, the emperor rescued Lin Yunshu while the attack's energy ripple was spreading. Lin Yunshu's body trembled as she spoke softly.
"Xiaoshu, all these years Father has failed you."
"Here is the military tally; take it to resolve the catastrophe currently facing the Tian Xing